It’s an out of body experience more than anything,
That first sip, as sunlight floods the kitchen,
As it swells and slides off the tongue,
Downwards,
Hot and bitter,
I could sit on a Tibetan mountain,
Mediate with Dalai Lama
Talk with God,
And hear his word,
But all that away,
Coffee stills and silences,
My clattering world,
Everyday.

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