I poured coffee for the electrician, into the other cup/
other cups are in a different cupboard, other cups are... now I know what other cups are for

I shame myself
blue-green liquid dissolves with my fingers, pinching white foam slurring at me
they are all the same. i think. but not act

I poured sparkling water for the electrician, into the other glass
mine had drawings by Miro
his was not mine and tattered.

All of this, happened in the morning.
Now that the evening has come, I penn it.  
with admirations and motivation of different kind in mind,
with solitary aspiration
to be effective.

tonight I'll have a slight opinion
but it better not dissolve by sunrise
yet rise and prevail.
for before the disgrace
I ponder in wordy content of mere echo
in the unknown covert cave of me