Were That I a Cup

by Zachary A. Horn

A full cup
cannot be filled
possessed already
of all it can retain.

Add liquid
and it will
overflow.

Filled now
with an admixture
of old and new.

Yet appearing
as it always has
filled
and satisfied.

Were that I a cup
forever full
overfilled
an admixture
of old and new.

Concealing
the mystery
of fulfillment.

Full
to overflowing
satisfied
yet ever changing.

 

 

 

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