Glass blowing

Clear as can be

So I wonder, why can’t you see

The fire that rages inside

Just because all you hold is your pride

Hotter, stronger

The flame burns brighter

Larger, thinner

I blow into the center

Into the furnace once more

Melt the sand you once bore

Now it is all red hot and blurry

A fragile form emerges in a hurry

The air I breathe will stretch and shape

The mold in which this mess we create

Even when all glow settles to none

The heat there is still far from gone

A transparent shape is left behind

What is within is too easy to find

And yet one touch is all that it takes

For everything to reduce down to a waste

It will all come shattering to the floor

Sharp and dangerous with rage in its core

But the shards will later melt

A vessel will soon be rebuilt

A cycle that is as clear as can be

Continuing until you can finally see

Our vases side by side together

And I’ll be here blowing forever