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I am cold and transparent -- I mirror what I contain. Hard contains soft, but we look the same. Two much clearness threatens to cancel each other out; so I live on the edge of realisation and in the centres of tables. I am the sum of what I hold. This is my function- to contain, to remain in tact. I'm covered in fingerprints but otherwise clean. Won't you drink from me?
I'm a bright spark. I am freedom and wonder and fragility. When my wing was broken, you carried me as delicately as I would break. You placed me in folds of softness. I felt there was no end to the soft elasticity; that I would fall and fall and fall with no abrupt end, no hard edge. I hope you dream about me again.
I am loose magnetic energy. You and I stand in the inbetweens, on the threshold. I start fires, but you don't see the spark. I change the stasis; I am a type of movement. You notice me most when I'm misplaced. I'd like you to misplace me, sometimes.