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Like a glass blower with a cold

Unable to stifle his sneeze

I’ve sent many chaotic breaths down the blowpipe

Ruining the smooth lines I’d planned

Too late now, to fix those kinks,

Nor return to the burner for another try

No,

Gotta keep blowing now

Accepting the imperfections as facets

Reflecting my palms,

Foretelling yet uncertain,

Just like the breath that made them.