The gradual school of the Mediterranean café

Soon the little revelations come

One on each other like scrambled eggs 

in your breakfast - 

Scramble over the next insight 

like hens

Scurrying in a zigzag line

To the coffee machine at the med.

It hypes you up to the next level

Which burns exists then disappears

In the manic of the caffeinated eyes

When you look

From your soul windows.

It is too often you get that special nothing

no matter the positions in the geography of the mind

.

The empty cup — inevitable

You get all you want at the Med

If you wait long enough.