Secret Ingredient

Secret Ingredient 

There's no coming back to you 

The morning hunger pangs 

What can one do but open the doors 

Which draw in the breeze of bliss 

And the scent of satiation 

O what lies within that causes such din 

In my tummy.

Pie. 

Where one is drawn by the vaults 

The cold caress of cracked carrion 

of the fruit of yesteryear 

Spoiled it is not

Rich in its undulating earth energy 

This be the prize of paradise's plenty 

The scorn of all rottenness and depravity 

The secret ingredient

The wholeness of the circle 

Curvilinear forms embracing 

merger with the infinite 

What brings this mythos of pie to light

What brings it to new beginnings 

Where goblins tread on sages dead 

And houses of sirens sailing 

Toward the hells of dried taste

Come taste and see 

And you will be 

Transfixed by the delight 

Of this pie's might 

Of its hidden ingredient untold of old 

O where may it yet be found 

Above earth or in the ground 

Has it given to everlasting reproach 

Has the almighty indicted it's toast 

Are the fears of all the years untold 

Due to this pie's unfurling 

What is your secret ingredient?