Reverberations
Silent and still, disturbed a bit, ripples spreading wide,
Throw down a line, to hang on to, to carry through the tide.
Be clam again, get re-centered, advice that's pretty sound,
Suppress that drive, put checks on it, lest turbulence be loud.
The tiniest flicker of the flame, that its end may be nigh,
Pour more oil in, move up the wick, that it may never die.
The wavering light, the shifting shadows, the dark dance of the night,
Move up the glass, hold up the wind, and burn with all your might.
Some pressure here, a firm goad there, its finally getting to form,
the furnace's fury, or the care of the wheel, the potter is equally torn.
A tiny window, when it can be shaped, post that it becomes brittle,
An untimely blow, its back to pieces, cold water poured a little.
Go breach the speed, aim for the moons, with precision aim high,
Detach a bit, do a course correction, and let there be debris in the sky.
Silent and still, disturbed a bit, ripples spreading wide,
Throw down a line, to hang on to, to carry through the tide.
Be clam again, get re-centered, advice that's pretty sound,
Suppress that drive, put checks on it, lest turbulence be loud.
The tiniest flicker of the flame, that its end may be nigh,
Pour more oil in, move up the wick, that it may never die.
The wavering light, the shifting shadows, the dark dance of the night,
Move up the glass, hold up the wind, and burn with all your might.
Some pressure here, a firm goad there, its finally getting to form,
the furnace's fury, or the care of the wheel, the potter is equally torn.
A tiny window, when it can be shaped, post that it becomes brittle,
An untimely blow, its back to pieces, cold water poured a little.
Go breach the speed, aim for the moons, with precision aim high,
Detach a bit, do a course correction, and let there be debris in the sky.
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