Saturday, October 12, 2013

BROKEN GLASS

Whose hold
Was it
The glass cracked
And crumbled to pieces
Spilled the vacuum
In definite quake

Spine chilled
A begotten say:
My fora was ready
To take a birth
On some table
With a glass
Filled with
Transparent brew

But alas!
Who broke
The glass, first!

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