The Cereal Constellations

"Starlight in your teeth, boundless crunch in your soul."
An astral melody made tangible by the spoon.

The Virgo Crunch: Sublime wheat gathering star sheen,
only to be devoured at dawn
while the moon hums in a bowl.

Scorpio's Grit: Dark chocolate whispers of desires untold,
providing strength against entropy—each morsel a mystery.
What will reveal itself with each bite?

Astronomy of Breakfast: A nebula of discarded flakes,
leading trails of como un deseo more pronounced than the universe itself.
Eat, we’re all stardust here.

Should we tarry over breakfast¹? Perhaps it mirrors our psychic imbalances,
confronting revelations among the toasty temples.
The planets circle your kitchen like destiny's will.

Navigate back to the ripple of time...

...or venture into the became now?