the glass is perfect,
half full & half empty,
half under water, half up in the air,
half tempting & half disappointing
the glass's a cousin of the mirror,
an unknown relative of perception,
of the unearth-shattering,
malleable truth
it matters little the intent,
the calories, the alcohol content,
the glass impartially
soothes & bruises you: cheers!
c. a. campos, 2012
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