the tapas-verse

A proposal for a feast of a game.

It began with my perplexity when presented with a cosmic ultra-sound

'wtf, is that a bagel?'
so be it. time to eat and see for myself. this journey to the universe will take place on a saucer.

I slice with a butter knife into two. and spread with jam.
Then me and sister give initial readings from our time travels:

whilst taking my first bite what once was just tongue takes me to arid land. lead by tongue locomotive. bumpy and dry at first. craters. moments of sharp explosion. pinchy. start to spin. but not a dizzy aerial spinning, more a digging and turning in the soil; 'so and so would turn in their grave if they could see me now' ...above below; a rolling to be continued...

edge of a volcano.
tastes smoky.
a bit of heat.
gooey.
being drawn down.
I am being drawn to the centre of something.
I just keep going down.
soft and gentle

and of the finger cats that could have been born...

I indexed this one.