if the world were made of pudding...
pudding would be like dirt
bodies walk past without a second glance
oh! that stupid stuff on my shoe!

continuing through their day,
resistance building up towards that pudding on their shoe
unaware that this substance has taste
in fact, it's famous for it.

carry on with oblivion
oblivion to pudding, surroundings, the world
a repulsive and consuming disease
with purchased real estate in every moving thing.

glossy lives full of half-baked pies,
fully-baked pies are better
too bad you didn't ask
pudding and pies sitting at an empty table

the ability to see is useless without opening eyes
open your eyes, zoom into new layers

the world cares for you as milkweed cares for monarch,
a care specifically molded to you.

observe the molecules of life,
feel, touch, sense, wonder, ask
come, sit at the table
there are many nice treats for you here.