poems again

tonight i'll whisk the whisk away.
turning motion into the kinetic energy needed to kick-start a process that had once been forgotten.
although maybe not for long, or for even longer than the maybe would prescribe,
sometimes i long to think the whisk will ever be,
but it shall be so!

Sometimes there is something in the way of communication. And sometimes there isn't. But when there is, it can be a real obstacle.