Whispers of the nebula resound within the soup pot,
where ladles spin tales of forgotten comets.
Memories of lunar eclipses hover over ancient recipes.
Patterns in spices align to form constellations
on the cutting board.
In the silence between stirrings lies a universe unheard,
seasonings transport vagabond souls.
Into the swirling galaxies of the stew,
tales of spice are cast adrift on time's fleeting course.
Forks beckon echoes from Mars' red dust.
Pots dream of Saturn's shimmering rings.
Celestial casseroles bound across orbits,
whilst the kettle murmurs of long-lost moons.