A Lil’ Somethin’

Thailand and I make tea.
A once empty cup
Now overflowing with boiling water
That is clearly untouched.
Lucid, Formless, Malleable–
Yet without a name.
A concentration of herbs and spices
Saturated with new places–
The essence of which
Was extracted from smiling faces.
A transformative elixir,
This medicine heals me–
Without entirely changing my composition,
Adds richness to my existence,
Spends six months steeping.


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