Wild commotion
Nerve jarring air motion
Free flowing chaos
Stirs my molecules into a mess.
How to go with it?
No, it’s too difficult
But setting limits
Takes quite a few attempts,
Spontaneous action
More arduous than necessary
Needing no accessory
The aftermath steams.
Putting on the kettle
To get some mellow;
Hot cools
Reclining smoothly,
Requiring a rest
From all this fuss;
Too much energy
Engulfs and overwhelms us,
The ocean swells
Knocking over the teapot
Spilling black liquid
Which dribbles onto the deck
But no shipwreck
As the boat is sturdy
Even when the planks are dirty
And the sky is murky.
Mind in a muddle
Examining the tea puddle,
Returning to breath
To seal the breach;
What a relief!
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