The tea was good and hot,
The story good and sad,
The crumpets good and sweet,
And I was good and bad.
So filled with jealousy
And bitter lies of caste delusion,
I wandered shepherdless
And out of control
Until the revelation.
The pressure that had mystified,
Vanished as it lifted.
Un-importance chaffed in the wind.
Weightier matters sifted.
And even someone so good and bad
As I am, can plainly see,
The place where the illusion of time
Lines up, with immortality.
-jenn long
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