The big blue urn is full of rain
From last night's crashing storm
The water's surface trembling in the sun
Throwing its reflection on the wall
A lively chaos of light and shade
Like the insides of a seed
Or the becoming of a soul
About to fall to the earth
When now and then the water stills
And sunlight plunges in
Igniting a fiery gleaming
In its gloomy depths
Who knew the big blue urn
Was such an alchemist
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