oh bequeather of sanity
you sit cylindrical upon my desk.
solid to the touch,
yet a child could open thee.
sometimes somewhere in between.
ah…but only in the act of emptying
dost thou serve thy purpose,
and I, both thy master and thy slave
must give to thee
if thou, in return,
would give to me the nectar
of my sanity.
Shared with dVerse, where Björn has us using the technique of “defamiliarization”. I hope I did this right!