for recognition

i whirled away from it and gave away the recipe; never did I think when shoulder turned back to see lo, before me steaming and sweet that thing. So I drank with all pretensions pointing away from hedonism and thinking that sincerity was indeed the order of the day when it was grand delusion because I noticed not until much later that the never before delivered cup held way too much honey. Was the conveyor or the writer wrong...?

Here's my tongue now, buzzing, not from burning but sweet sweet and that which I licked forever before since memories held was now unthinkable, shelved and regarded askance...or no, just redoubtable and standing, how new, question marks rising material, immaterial.