Expansion

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I slowly pour myself into my coffee

Dissolving quickly - seeking homeostasis

I drink in the galaxies

When I am sated and warm,

I turn off my consciousness

Lower my defenses

And finally find peace

I am one with the world

The universe inside this warm mug welcomes me

We are, combined, a new entity

We are eternal

And fragile

Extraordinary and unknowable

Isolated in this ceramic

With tendrils expanding across the cosmos.

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