|Songs of Sadness 5|
by Julian X  /  poetry  /  17 Mar 2008
The glass, half full or half empty, is too easy.
No glass is ever utter in its fullness or its emptiness,
absent of all moisture or squashed by weight of presence.
We look not at its present.
It’s whether it will be fuller or emptier upon the wake.
It’s the future, not the present, that’s in question.
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