I pulled you from a ball of dough that my father bought to shape into a pizza. I put you in a bowl and fed you wheat and molasses and salt. I covered the bowl and forgot about you.
When I returned, and uncovered the cloth, I smelled what had transpired.
An entire epoch had cycled. You ate the wheat, and even the bacteria from my hand, Which I used to mix you into a batch.
So I fed you and covered the cloth, And then I went to bed.
The next time two days, And a layer of crust overshrowded your society. I heard you say "You are our king and this is our universe! Please Be Merciful" And it was a new epoch.
The next day I ripped of your bud, And I made my own pizza ball. I heard your sadness, and I understood. I understood not to send more of you into the chambre to cook, than I absolutely needed to digest.
Yeast, you are my first pet. You are the first thing living that I was able to own independently. And now I have a glimpse of what it means to be God to someone..
_________________ to the Underlaying Unity of All Life so that the Voice of Intuition may guide Us closer to Our Common Keeper
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