The Memory of Clay

Pliably unravelling,
she shaped me underneath her hands

Repairing every bend and tear
belonging I became complete

So send me to the fire
before she thinks again

Let me assume my given form
in this furnace womb

Let me remember how I was
given my intended shape

Under and within her hands
never able to forget

When I was all she kneaded
when I was all there was

While in this refining fire
I dry, forget my lines, and crack

I dry, am brittle,
liable to snap

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