On Switch

The similarity only now becomes apparent.


Switch between dormant and active.
Awaken synapses, enlighten tastebuds.
Ignite creative processes often long dormant.
Tastes like Heaven when you’re in Hell.
Nothing good ever comes without it.
Everything right rises, phoenix warmth, from the first borne cup at breakfast.

There is nothing it cannot solve, genius without qualification.
Existence improves with the very thought of introduction,
no goodbye worthwhile without bolster of reassurance.
Most perfect brown, viscous medicine. Apply to any trauma, things get better.

Tea is the anti-Kryptonite, universal answer to any problem.

Without it, I am not whole.


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