Chocolate Chips Falling in the Dark

Okay, Violet laughed so hard when I shared this with her that I couldn't help but post it.

Chocolate chips falling in the dark
night air, from the sky, through the blueness,
falling, falling, like shooting stars of darkness,
rich with texture and flavor, aflame with deep desire

Thunk, thunk, thunk, one after the other,
hitting the hard cold earth.
Chocolate chips, lying in various enraged states of
gore and violence and deadly calm-some mashed, some
melted into the earth like a hard puddle of pudding, some
broken into pieces like shards of pottery, chunks of dough

But some stand, strong and angry, or perhaps calm and resolute like
rows of nuns or Quakers, flooded with inner peace, free of their Viking ways
ready to forgive and forget that terrible offense of emptying
out the bag above the earth, like useless marbles into the trash
-Pliny the Dreamer