I am grey earthenware clay
you molded me
made me
into your heart's every desire

but I quickly dried out
became permanent
in the very form you left me
a creation of a fickle master

the only way to fix me
was to break me
so you tore me up
remade me from the shambles

you soaked me
in contaminated waters
mixed me in with replenishing spirits
and wedged me into new

although I seem perfectly pristine now
there will always be the air bubbles
from when I was not
and from when you didn't want me

m.j.