Bread Cups Poem by Antony Glaser

Bread Cups

Feigned cusps of nothingness
brass knobs holding the fireside
life's amazement
like an infants emotion
we should be confined to ourselves
too many notaries opine
life becomes complicated enough
shake the air that moment
ditch the weather vines
learn to float

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