STONE CUP

every morning i rise; i light the flame in your honor. 
the sweet smell of incense drapes the room. 
my eyes closed and my heart widening - they -  thank you. 
i take a sip of grief from the cup and i pour some out to honor you. 
i cannot consume it all, so i sip… a little bit everyday as if to savor it.
to never forget it.
to dance in its wisdom.
tend it like an aching garden - 

// sire seed // 

// broken open //

cut and dipped in a vase - patterning a dwelling space. 

i take you with me so i can gently place you _______ here.
your view recalibrates my senses - a forgotten route - liquid worlds passing through elemental dust

shattering // forming 

// fusing whole again and more whole again //

you saw it all before me and you will continue to see it after me.

i light the flame.
i take a sip of grief from the cup.
i pour some out to honor you.
and i thank you for seeing - 
a sculptor. 

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