Cannot stand, unless
Bottom is flat.
How square and
Seedy, yet vitreous
And slightly dull.
The D speaks of bigger
Things, while the 2
Shows it is petite.
The earthy ancestry it
Once possessed, no longer
Remembers. And the cold
ground from which its
Tip belonged, wishes to
Express the emotions it
No longer has. But once
You hold it and become
Master of it; life wafts
Ever so slightly through its
Core and forms a residue
Of beauty in its wake
As you push it to glide.
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