There is a divination of unbearable banality which one often has whilst watching their water boil—
Perhaps for their tea, perhaps for their stew—
Which transcends the kitchen walls and permeates larger realities,
Leaving them grasping at the scalding stove top, or
Taking a meat cleaver to their knuckles;
Seeking merely a feeling.
And Lord, isn’t that the most primal
Affirmation?

Sensation.

Which may in fact be mankind's
Consummation.

Not to mention its greatest frustration.



If only we waited a bit longer for the boil...