“No mud, no lotus,”
they say. And,“It’s all,
‘grist for the mill’.”

And there being no
shortage
of mud and raw

materials,
the work continues,
day and night
grinding on
endlessly—-
producing what?

And by the way,
when will these

blossoms break?

and when will

the ales and loaves

be served?


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