Between the horizon's promise
and the wall's certainty,
this table bears the weight
of unspoken prayers.
Two vessels wait like questions
posed to the morning light—
faithful as shadows,
patient as stone.
Here, solitude becomes sacrament,
stillness transforms into strength.
The vast sky witnesses
what small rituals know:
that in the space between
wanting and having,
we discover who we are
when no one is watching.
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