Caricamento in corso...

Tea, o dried flaws

Heavy particles that will arrive
Later

Tea is warmness made by folks to partake,
But no leafs stand in my hot water
Only the transparency of invisible silica
Stares back at me receiving no replica.
No tea has been kept in the worn kettle,
Pot of I, myself and old me.
 
Disoriented compass
Stolen electromagnetism
Your North is Fleeing.
 
Oh Solar wind, gamma rays
Heavy particles that will arrive
Later,
Break all my nuclei
Shot death my persistent why.
 
Cease all the questions,
Apply the second law
Clean this gibberish,
End the path of flaw.
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