The great enabler propels us with a few words and the help of the intercontinental winds.

Chairs in a smallishly-large room as toasty as our home turfs. Ex patriots creating divergent concurrencys. Styles disparate as Kung fu and robed-Ben-and-Jerrys Hulu. Yet the weather is a rejoinder and a rejoinder again and again and again. The Universal tongue is licking the cynics and preachers alike. It feels like: Cold Hot Wet It sounds like: Grunts Sniffles Moans It tastes like my multifarious consummations Yes, MSG enhances the flavor, but a physical space tastes like cumin and chili powder. Chew the cud to a flavorful swallow. And spittoon it in my awesome contorted facial expressions. Re-enter Enabler. Altogether a grand time. Seemed slow as a mismatched prom dance But faster than it took me to utter my words A discordant ending to a quarter till spanning the vast glass ocean