I am a tiny tea bag steeping
for a moment in the warm bath
embrace of the cosmic waters,
The concentrated flavors of my dried leaves
drawn away for a few moments to return
in the teacup curve of infinity.
Just as easily dipped as drawn away,
carried back to the cabinet to seep away
what my leaves can no longer
stay in my absorbent paper; only a
small amount of the dissipating heat remains
swollen and stained by god.
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