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Sometimes I wish I was the wisps of steam rising from a cup of coffee on a cold Thursday morning -
free to float and linger
and disappear
into beams of light gently seeping through the oak tree's mended canopy -
refreshed by tipping a pot of scalding obsidian acerbic beverage,
I would rise again like the Phoenix from the burning pyre;
I would be the object of your imaginative musings
(it looks like a bear… now it looks like a fish… oh, a bear eating a fish!),
but you could simply blow me away with a sigh -
disrupting my steady current unto the vaulted sky -
a lingering desire to start the day better than Wednesday ended.
I know each word your cracked lips form
will jab minute holes in my opaque veneer
and I will disperse into the rising light before your eyes
without a goodbye
like a strange car passing along a road you have travelled so many times -
and yet,
I know that you will notice the difference
and ask for a refill
so that you can once more look upon the ringlets of steam rising
from the pool of black liquid
that had gone tepid against your cracking lips.
free to float and linger
and disappear
into beams of light gently seeping through the oak tree's mended canopy -
refreshed by tipping a pot of scalding obsidian acerbic beverage,
I would rise again like the Phoenix from the burning pyre;
I would be the object of your imaginative musings
(it looks like a bear… now it looks like a fish… oh, a bear eating a fish!),
but you could simply blow me away with a sigh -
disrupting my steady current unto the vaulted sky -
a lingering desire to start the day better than Wednesday ended.
I know each word your cracked lips form
will jab minute holes in my opaque veneer
and I will disperse into the rising light before your eyes
without a goodbye
like a strange car passing along a road you have travelled so many times -
and yet,
I know that you will notice the difference
and ask for a refill
so that you can once more look upon the ringlets of steam rising
from the pool of black liquid
that had gone tepid against your cracking lips.
This was originally a paragraph I had written out, but I thought it might make a good poem, then I went to make line breaks and I couldn't, so it is what it is. Hopefully you don't mind my breaks, they are intentional, just for reasons I am unwilling to share
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this is really cool my friend, well done