Cup Poem by Hans Ostrom
Cup
I am contained
in the cup of me
originally,
it's claimed, we came
from the sea.
actually,
what emerged were versions
of things that could
turn into us. nonetheless,
here I am, a full
cup of me,
a compound composed
of me, salt
water modified
elaborated, prorated,
not quite yet
evaporated;
self-contemplated.
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