and in it i dwell.
i occupy its hollow
so much so
that i repeatedly wail
determined to hear my own echo.
next season
determined to hear my own echo.
next season
i will i see no more the brim
and lament all the same
because the overabundance
will smother me,
so much so
that it will spill over,
and being the aquarian i am
i shall momentarily long for the strife
of having nothing