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I am the cup


becoming one with

the ceramic edges to pour myself

into the orange

and spreading

but not spilling. Never spill

i slowly absorb the end of the cup

the parts of me

separate no more

the cup and I one.

Orange is the dream of

late night

and today basking

the falling rays

that cannot get up

but bounce

off the surface of me

the cup

I am the cup.

I wonder now, what I will become.

  • Do you ever just watch your coffee?

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Written by DocAndersen

I am a long time blogger and technology poster.I focus on what is possible, but I also try to see what is coming. In recent years I have been focused on sharing the memories of my family, as part of my Family History Project.


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  1. I have cups of warm water through the day and my cup has some Egyptian drawing on it .. i sometimes wonder if the Pharaohs would be offended by my sipping away from it. Cool poem. Yes the cup does becomes an extension of you.

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