A Poet's Dying Breath
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Water Fills the Glass
Water fills the shape
Of the glass it's poured into,
And so when the glass
Disappears
The water will have to make
Its own shape
Though it will always carry
The imprint of the glass
Within its memory.
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