Cul de sac

We went into our eating ( by way of a cul de sac where we reach the bottom end with the fingers scraping the darkness there), in chilly and garlic ,with a touch of millet and sweet solid cane sugar .In a blind alley a car can take only a u-turn from a wall staring at our going away after a belch ,with a lips- reddening leaf with a white stuff in it.

The fingers touch the bottom darkness that tickles , quickly come out to light, a wave length stretching and return to where you all began, to bag’s handle, an entry into the car’s little space, a medicinal talk that went over to little cul de sacs in bodies on a journey to largest of them, to their deadest end .