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My cup, it runneth over

Harmony, symmetry, perfection

 

It balances just so atop the pole

 

Circle on circle— less than a millimeter in either direction and

 

The cup would tip and fall, coffee running down his hand

 

And spilling onto the ground, a perfect and breathtakingly beautiful

 

Day ruined, this small triumph of order and symmetry

 

Destroyed by a tiny miscalculation

(See also….)

 

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