We steep each other in mantras
Like weak tea from strained leaves
Clutter Clatter Silly Chatter
Passed down promises of the limits of these lives
And somehow we decided
to stop expanding;
but rather on the Great Wednesday of the universe
we decided to dim the lanterns,
turn back inward
go home
and live on the grit of these dwindling words
falling around us like paper bag leaves
steeping around us
water to dust
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