Welcome To Whole Food
It’s good. A seed is a seed.
The mushrooms and the seaweeds, Christian Dior.
The sesame oil, sir,
for make a fish on the grill.
Everything fits in. Of quinoa the tortilla.
Fruit and cheese. Maggot in cauliflower.
Nothing has flavour of other flavour.
I shine because inside corn shines.
No poem. No music. No cinema.
No theatre. No architecture.
To fill the emptiness only I came.
And empty I will be. Because beauty
only will be when immobile guess
the answer of the hunger in the writing.