A False God (repost)
I find salvation each morning In that first cup of coffee No matter my sins from the night before There is a promise rising From that warm mug That pulls me close, gathers me Plays with me and offers...
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Anything can be a crutch Any habit that we need too much All routines subject to change Better to breathe and rearrange –a.r.
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Cream in my coffee Like drifting continents or Spinning galaxies Whirling milk bubble Like stirred up sea foam or Some swirling planet A sweet habit pulled Like cosmos expanding to The edge of this mug...
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