To scatter cobwebs and stay awake

By blowing hot breath to break them apart
And see the heat to match my cup
How hot my tea I turned with fire
To think "don't want", keep check desire
To feel through beats and thoughts that linger
Sip calm and seek truth, there I find it
A tea made hot to wash out the cold
How hot my tea how I took the time
To drink of the earth and know its rhymes
To keep shutters open to filter the woe
With this made cup with care I do drink
At the last frigid still, bring tea for my sake
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