In sparkling eyes love conflates
into each empty dinner plate

I could only wish to feel the heat
Of comfort at the kitchen's feet

Of happiness in an empty bowl
And the satisfaction of filled souls

But we sit hollowed from inside out
Head on to each beastly route

-Emperor of feeble epiphanies
Sell me each lightened efficacy

And maybe then we won't stare so low
From the tips of our utensils, we had honed