Track Insight / Lyrics
The mug cracks, it's a dusty well on the roadside,
I press it, feeling the gravel in its rim,
The steam whispers a chamomile lullaby,
I call back, "Bellis, stay vibrant, no silent goodbye."
I scatter crumbs, the pothole slow to drink them,
The cafe's aloe vera sighs, "Take a sip, we host,"
I hear Acer saccharum talk, its bark a rhythm,
The chipped cup chants "backwash" to a pedal steel hymn.
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I note the moisture, patient as Lilium,
The mug's scar bleeds like a seed pod, bright red,
Plants in the corner nod, "Sage, you are my ear,"
While I nod too, the jammy sound of twine whispering near.
Call it, "rooted coffee," we cheat the midnight smear,
The mug's edges bloom with walnut dust, cause I cheer,
The pedal steel sings, "Mirth, from cracked porcelain," reply,
And we sip together, chlorophyll splashing in the sky.
