She sits there in silent calm
A human being becoming a shrine
We struggle down matcha tea
elegant fingers close on cup
Silence and loud passivity
Energy of the mall bubbling and popping around her
Noise doesn't interrupt the magic
stillness in that smooth presence
Not spiking nor crashing
Pushing through space a sweet vibration
a tangible aroma
A subtle buzz
Unnoticed in the crude blare of each hall
unnoticed among the anxious consumers
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