wafflemaking

steepled in the
criss cross lines of its namesake
hobbled by the paralysis of choice
painted to sunset paved with decision
disparaging of the human condition
of the immortal self
worn with stoic human experience
suffused in the dogged belief
that life is not enough
that tomorrow will be better than today
and so, today is past
but for those who know
tomorrow doesn't exist
and fear is futile
the golden waffle is impossibly sweet