Dry — Run —

Much too much yet

Not — enough —

Wine never spills,

Forever fills

The goblet,

One more delectable dot,

A lilt, a bit over

Liquid limits.

Tears tilt, ducks sit

To be struck, are stuck

Meniscus juts, a bended,

Curved convex cornea,

Our hill.

Add two drops,

Brim at the rim

Pour more in.

Down —

My blue sugar pill,

Much, too much,

I drown as I draw

From our never-

Replenishing cup.

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Kira Mungai, 2022.