Kitchen Counted

I feel counter 
to the counter.
I fall down on
the granite. 
Each phase
feels like a phrase
a maximum maze
no, not a labyrinth
no sentence structure
anymore
and yes, I've digressed
back to language
the place where all of this
had to begin
and where none can win
this permanent game. 
Period.
Redundancy. 
The kitchen is a place 
to chop.
The chop cannot hop,
but the chopped can
become topped. 
Topped by a counter.
Measured.
Perhaps overcoming the measures
to immeasurable.