My Tea
I am the in between.
I am
every color
from afar.
I am
not limited
to just myself.
Up close
I am
myself
or everyone else.

All around,
outside in,
inside out.
I am
his sandals,
her shirt,
their self-portraits
in the hall.
I am
the hall.

I am
in blurred vision.
I am
the TV screen,
off,
no signal.
I am
the still morning horizon.
I am
the moving equipment.
I am
the dead grass.
I am
the live mind.

All around,
above,
below,
each side,
every angle,
you will see me.

I am
not hiding.
You do not notice
me.
10.01.02
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