images hobble past blurry memories,

squinting,
straining to see,

the
tea leaves, swimming in the depths of the cauldron.

these eyes,
having seen far too much,

seek refuge in the dark,

dimming,
ticketty-tick-tock,

as the tea leaves fade,

now a fading mirage,

vanishing in the glaring cacophony of this new day

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