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By Briana Kassia Date: 2009 Apr 07 Comment on this Work [[2009.04.07.00.01.8141]] |
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ask me how do I feel, ask me now that we're on the brink of unhinging I am empty, purposeless, and isolated an empty vessel marked only with the dregs of what we had if I am a coffee mug let me be refilled with warmth and dark mystery If I am a wine glass let me hold again the dusky fruits of history if I am a chalice a reliquary a Grail let me cup again the sacred burdens of hope and faith in love and sure in the knowledge of our tomorrow, our inescapable eventuality please fill me again |