I ponder on the fact that every atom in my tea was once forged from a dying star or produced milliseconds after the Big Bang.
Then I wonder, is milk 1st or 2nd even worth considering due to the cosmological implications for the humble cuppa?
It is.
Milk first!
Blast off!! 🚀☕
The poet rides alone and hard along the alchemic trail,
trapped inside their own construct,
a perpetual motion machine of the edit.
But there comes a point where there is no more chaff to discard,
no more lead to be sacrificed in the crucible of revision.
There comes a time when they must announce to the world,
"Here it is - my newborn poem."
And the world more often than not replies,
"Ahh. Aren't they...oh! Erm, such an interesting face."
Bamboo is the noisiest wood
You can hear it growing, hark!
Yet the flowering dogwood tree
Has the most silent bark.
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