prepare

in the ultimate dimension,
thich nhat hanh advises,

these rites will
bloom and open with a
fuller stretch
with a breathfull presence.

grind

popping the bag, pouring 16.1 g beans into the cup, the floral
fume is an incense, inviting
the mind. grinding the timemore
at the same fine 1.9.2, the
perfume escapes its dark chamber
and speaks of papaya.

sniff

unscrewing the catchment,
the tone changes to darker leaves,
husky porcupinal spikes,

after pouring 16.2 g
sniffed the hollow body
for the echo of the grind.
not much in the space;
full with emptiness.

brew

256.8 g purified sizzling water
poured in by 1:04
opened switch at 2:45
let 30 sec draw, before
confusion took hold,
momentary dysphoria of
phase and sequence
a thought the switch was
down when it should
have been up.

re-poured from patagonia
mug back into the switch’s cone
for another go-around.
first time for this
class of mistake, perhaps
attending to these words’
writing pulled focus from
the moment.
by 5:18 brew’s adventura
done; 1:18 late.

some accidents are spices.

listen

Beaunoise,
buchlaworks: module ii

hands off the bright
to glow inside the pen,

first sip so struck the
soundboard, a floral tuning
fork resounded,___echo
of that bright berry
papaya ghost that haunted
grind, earlier,
hithering a suggestion:

bring in, come in,
huddle the eyes
about the can
of interbeings’
kiss. solitaire
is a class
in self-
deceit.

eval

[cup/1 · water/purified]

:wq