Pea soup with Mr. Peabody
Have it as a delicacy, earnestly
Crush my pea heart made of solid starch
Mea culpa and moloch horridus among us
Keeps circling around, hopping around us
Like stars in our pocket
Hoping to join the starlight
Things seem to coalesce
Following the inner moonlight, and hiding the madness
Like pea soup on my burnt tongue, touching little by little