Is this a prose or poetry? I have written it as a poem in mind with a cavalier treatment to a mysterious object (transpired as POT) that was given to me macos 10.14 herunterladen. It turned out this way.
A fragile object
liken to human has
handles as ears, its
paunch rotund head
capped with a silver strip
its limbs dismembered
surface as cool and
calm as the moon
and skin brick red
I ask who
owned you ios 12.0? Whence
you came? Who
your father, you
smell like clay
Is he potter
who mould you?
to make his
ends meet
your scent that of
rose-water, are you
a servitor of roses
whose sweat
tell me your
source, O rosemary
you look so
lost shine who
owned you brawl stars pc? Do
you belong to some
wretched soul forgot
to live?
Tell me your whereabouts
O fragile one
I know no antecedents
says the object uncannily, I
belong to you whoever
you are, take me
O magnificent one
burnish me with your
love and cradle me
in your arms,
O munificent one
so I shine in your
life as
lustrous as sun