A glassblown apple
Built with my own breath,
Absolutely clear
With refraction betraying structure,
But a hell of a hassle
To carry to death,
It shatters more readily
Than amnions rupture,
So,
I am forced to conclude
That mine is missing the years
That dotted the mighty fruit
That I liken to constellations,
But unless I am *****
My teeth and fibers make tears
So to preserve the jute
I stare at red contemplation.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
A glassblown apple
Built with my own breath,
Absolutely clear
With refraction betraying structure,
But a hell of a hassle
To carry to death,
It shatters more readily
Than amnions rupture,
So,
I am forced to conclude
That mine is missing the years
That dotted the mighty fruit
That I liken to constellations,
But unless I am *****
My teeth and fibers make tears
So to preserve the jute
I stare at red contemplation.
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