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Broken glass
From two different jars
Doesn't always fit well
When mixed together—
Their edges are jagged
And sharp enough to cut—
Until they're melted,
Until the edges don’t
show,
Until there's no seam to
tell.
It takes a lot of heat,
To cook just right in the
kiln,
And repeated heatings are
needed,
Not to mention a Heavenly
Hand
For things to finally gel. |
