i drop my cup and it breaks
assuage myself
that life
doesn't bear me a grudge
but abides by the laws
of gravity and fiction
it was a favourite
of mine
at brewing time fueling my
addiction to forced rhyme
and diction
pick up the pieces
move on
scattered lie in fact
the plot points of a tale
of this authorship i sail
my cup is just
a cup
of moments of matter infinite
in balance and still it breaks
into a poem it makes
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