Thursday, 7 January 2010


Once I tip it and pour it precariously
It should be sufficiently lightened
To enable its lifting back up from
The beaker you hold.
But If still over weight then the worth
Of the liquid inside will be lost to
The factions that gather around us
And speak uncontrolled.
In accordance with all that is known
Of the ordinance holding the borders at
Bay and in awe of the audience watching
The brim leak untold,
We must wait for the certain containment
To start until able to wonder if what
Has been lost to the land and its lot
Will now weaken the bowl.

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