Acidnine Armature

Couch slurping
soup in the morning
a place, a time,
no person.

Can more than one
value be the valuable;
more than one
habit coexist?

Confidence shakes 
in the chaos wind
while lost is a mistaken
sense of possession.

Write eyes into egos
and flies into meat
to name the recipe:
the seat of the pants.

Tangy, sweet, built
to savor, flavor founds
a concrete paving stone
to indicate where to rest.