It starts with water and a wooden bowl
shake up the spices outside the bowl
Wrap up in paper
Burn up the paper
Mix in what you know and what you’re knowing
There's only breathing that remains
No way to tell what will remain
just mix the dry up with the wet
a hundred years is a long long time
So breath it in and what remains
is often not what you expect
A junkyard fire
or a sacrament
If it wears you out and
you don’t know where
and you can’t resume
cause you cannot hear
What is left unspoken
in a code of smoke
or sealed up in an envelope
You can see within
what is rawley baked
Remove it soon or it will be too late
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