My life as a Vessel
Is half full of memories and design,
it stands full of the moments which have
scratched or scared the glass.
The other half is empty,
containing the passing phrases
and turning glances,
the bait and switch of surviving
a fatal existence that is mundane
and forgetable.
Its only the horrible and
honorable that pass
into being
and are saved
as beautiful.
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