how much better is silence

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this cup,
a container that holds:
The coffee I had poured into it.

this table.
potentially could hold anything
many kinds of tools.
tools for breakfast;
tools for crafts;
tools for composing this poem;
tools for sacred arts, if need be.
how did we come to call:
four thick sticks attached to a wide flat wooden surface?
a table?

how much better it is
to sit
by myself,
like the solitary seagull
as it stands, in it's stillness, on the sands.
let me sit here with myself.

With this coffee cup,
these tools for breakfast:
this knife, this fork,
the things in themselves,

and myself being myself.
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