Another word for love

A vessel is molded, thrown, glazed
Filled with pine cones or wine or dread

I am transparent, gauzy, porous
A contorted revelation full of longing
Waiting to hear my own echoes
Amid the debris of creation

Fill me with cherries or loathing
All is one at the collision of thought
My misplaced patience runs deep
Like time at the beginning
Which is just another word for love

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