(After a drawing by Nick Victor)
Long after the storm subsides
we sit there, filling up the space,
inside the bowl, inside the inside,
inside the storm that died, quiet,
and inside the acceptance
as opposed to the long running argument.
An entity as enormous as time
will take a sip.
We wait for the moment
when we shall be
all dissolved into
some formless singularity.
Meanwhile, we weigh
the weight of our spirits
in this tea cup, Alice,
but you know that,
you attend the party.
Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor
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