Thirst

wonderings that typify the short-lived musings of the long-term
uncertain of the if, what of the where,
whether the clay in my hands
will make a complete muck of it all
but one thing is certain
seems certain
be almost certain:
that I am at each moment less than who I was
in this circumscribed interim, and more
than the sum of my tags.

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