i found the restaurant at the end of the universe*
it serves coffee w/cinnamon and plates of eggs
pancakes in sets of three: there's babies demanding
life w/parents sipping through straws - there's those
at the end of life: some in their middles and me
tentatively watching the time, as ticks, pass once
more around a day, a month, a year, a decade
gone: it is a good restaurant not open for dinner
we must go elsewhere in the universe for such
pleasures: yesterday i left one pancake be and
i didn't die
*The Restaurant at the End of the Universe: Douglas Adams
