Astrum Remi

"Be sure to shake it" the bubble tea barista tells me
but I don't... I won't
Why would I?
"it mixes the sugar" maybe you want that...
maybe.. you .. do
to be drinking some homogenous concoction
uniformly distributed, each sip the same as the last
just as sweet
Just.. as .. sweet
just as sweet all pointless flat indulgence 
no personality
no humanity
a timeloop of your own devising,
bereft of experience
sanitised of risk

I want my first sip to be teeth curtainingly sweet
I want the next to be horribly disappointing
I want to hunt
I want to jam my straw into pockets of substance,
Like my ancestors staring twings in to a bug colony
I want to raise my straw to different depths
and FEEL something
the ocean is far
but I know what it means to rise from this syrupy dark depths
to the still waters above

I want all boba
I want no boba
I want to scoop the bubbles with my straw
when the Ice rocks have been washed dry by the tide 
"Be sure to shake it" never!

I want to experience every human emotion in this cup of tea
I am not a coward
I am not a sheep
My tea is still enough for pond skaters to glide
it will not shake
Live your repetitive nothing
Live in fear of the unknown
Live your fear of change

I am choking on boba