Awe tastes like coffee,

steamy-hot ‘n’ smoothe

as I swallow a good gulp

Awe slips down the throat,

and with a pump to the gut

rumbling the insides up,

giving a swift kick of giddy

A rocket to the flaccid brain.

Awe is trigger addictive

to someone like me,

turning darkness to light,

I drink morning to night.