As the Id Breaks from Pandoras Box
The sun announced it would not shine any longer
The star around which the earth orbits
Stated it was through casting pearls at swine
The life-giving warmth of the sun
Concedes it is no match
For the irascible darkness of earthlings
The cocoa glistens
Under the dark-skinned moonshine
Primal juices lay in wait
They must be pounded dry to obtain
The irresistible nectar
Of the fierce harvest
Once satisfied, they are quickly discarded
Never to be remembered or discussed
During the light of day
Forced into the category
If the need arises
Under occasional truths