The pleasure of constricting throat,
as stuff pours down in beverage time.
In pulsing cadence, gulp and gulp -
I am what I put in me. Mine.
It's some sublime accomplishment
most barely give a passing thought.
But I am in most moments now.
I notice subtle things I've wrought.
I take in full, responding fair -
attentively to all at stake,
and all in store. I welcome it
receptively, this me I make.
But sometimes I distract myself.
For instance, what was this I drank?
The glass is empty; taste is gone.
I take step back, detach and thank.
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