Day 329: The Potter’s Wheel

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place me on the wheel and spin.

let forming of my earth begin.

 

that spring should rise her sprouts to grow,

so i shall pull as the potter’s hands go.

 

up and to the shape of use

where firm is burned from fleshy loose.

 

this vessel, this urn

this ceaseless turn,

 

mold height in me from all this mass

make purpose purposed come to pass;

 

that thrown upon the reeling round

i climb, like vines, from bearing ground.

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