All Shapes and Sizes
A life created,
not yet rated,
plenty to bend,
to escape and reshape.
To exist in the lost and found.
Spill my full glass,
make me empty,
then half empty,
then half full.
When I do refill,
spill and spill again,
till I'm once again empty.
Spill a life created,
a version unrated.
Spill the glass.
Smash the glass.
Bend and reshape.
Exist with no shape.
The mess of a life created,
your place,
your shape,
unshaped,
and erased.
Copyright © Joe Fisher | Year Posted 2007
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