Lisa and Loki
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I know the alchemy of tea (or so I presume)
Warmth and wakefulness
Perhaps even stillness
But the fluid dynamics of boiling water,
Well, no scientist has yet fathomed the bloom.
The commonplace has never existed.
Each glance falls on mystery, each turn, surprise
And yet the world seems confused, dazed
No doubt the expanse of wonder fancying its own disguise
Let us pretend such confusion, sheer ordinariness and boredom, was real
Even in such a world
The love story of Lisa and Loki would at once summon amazement to kneel
What scale of awe can we speak about here?
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