Thief

I know

I am nothing

More

Mere smashed-up, shattered pottery

An impermanent cup, long since buried

Serving as drainage

For your pretty backyard garden flowers

Then when I finally drink

From the cup that is not shattered

The cup that matches yours but is intact

I

See I am the mosaic labyrinth in you

I

The nutrients, light and sweet rain for you

I

The height and beauty of you

I

The reason they wish to pluck you

I

The breath-stealing scent of you

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