Omnipresent

Past retained in the indirect connectors
Which displace time and space,
Between frantic calls to Normandy.

Greek yogurt flight path;
Migratory taste buds turned sour.

And when Gregory held the sword
To the throat of my oppressors,
The cakes and ice creams
Of my birthday party parade,
Melted and molten like lava,
Oozing down around my castle walls.

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