Reflection in the cup; a moment where the world suspends itself around my deaf ears and I tune most into my tongue — senses swirl, existence completes. Who am I? The question is suddenly less of a bugger, since it hardly matters: I enjoy, I receive, I am. The ritual restores me.
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Your deliberate simplicity is so compelling. I enjoy your poetry so!
Ah, Kate, thank you! Means a lot! I have never been a poet but with prose I seem to be able to strike a balance that I, at least, am happy with sometimes!