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My eyes traverse this whole side of the earth
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in a paper cup.
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I have emptied it a minute ago --
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black coffee I almost spilled
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when you asked me something
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unanswerable
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And yet I did answer
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the same time I reprimanded myself
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for having emptied the cup too soon.
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I didn’t want to startle you
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so I stayed silent about coffee particles
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that have settled to the base:
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They refuse to dissolve, continents of them
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like how it must feel
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to stay self, particulate
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despite intimations of promises
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I cannot dare unmask.
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And I bask
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At how well I hid from you
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the strangest information of
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their motility when I tilt the container --
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paper cup whose rim I tore up
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when I told you something
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incomprehensible
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Like time.
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