I believe that there is inside
Any kingdom, and also life…
You said as you placed the saucer
With its yellow and blue fish
On the low table
Anyway, in every place there is a feeling
Or a wind, that it is the kind
Of thing representing a range of In-
Betweens. Places falling on
The line either towards
An addiction to lathes,
Sewing machines, and puzzles, or possibilities
That efficiently float towards an inevitable,
Functional absolute at the other end.
Slipping into the orange plastic chair
And sipping tea from
Your kintsugi cup you
Mulled more about winds,
Their imperfections and
The multitude of lands
Which they inhabit.


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