Fluid

Identify as water

as the opaque mist

the white wave rapids

immaterial and shy

Personify the question mark

as the law of gravity

curving, always curving

disappearing into space


Define yourself as liquid

as rolling quicksilver

outlining the contours

of each new mold


Be the beginning and be

the end but be

just be

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