I don't want to be the vessel
I want to be the drink
And from the other side of me
I don't want to be the drink
I want to be the drinker
It takes both hands to lift
The cup between the two
To be both bread and breaker
Word-made and word-maker
In my inmost being
Which is how I think of you
Between the poseur and the faker
One nascent word that's true
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