Shlosh

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I stared into a glass
filled with metaphors.
The water, ice, and lemon slice.
Haunting reflections within the fluid.

The slightest notion,
from my thoughts
to my hand,
creating unexpected motions.

The small fragments seeking order
within the swirling liquid chaos.
Never knowing what arrives
upon the tiny tides.

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