The Blue Woman throws pots
on the wheel of the galaxy,
muddies the stars, but cleans them
when done.

She attempts to make one pot
to hold all the love in the world,
another pot to contain all the hate—
both spill over regularly.

The Blue Woman notices
as one pot fills up the other 
tends to empty, notices 
when one spills over
the other fills up 
leaving no mess to clean.

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