Special K

A poem about doing ket with the boys on a lovely summers day.

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Peaceful state of rampant tranquillity on verge of rest and action,

Twilight approaches singing songs of milky clouds and passion-fruit skies,

Branches dancing to the will of the wind as I lose myself to the universe within,

Sunkist thoughts as music transcends the faces of my friends.

Time slips away and thoughts begin to race, energy drains and I begin to wake

Ceramic plate begins its rounds, 1 by 1 lightness it takes

Speckled crystals stare back, there is no time to hesitate

The crisp note welcomes my hand and I dip towards the plate,

The time has come to return to that blissful state.

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