I've forgotten the moment when I chose
When it was moulded into the shape it currently holds
What does it take? A car, a clot, a lump, a knife:
This is how we lose our shapes, how they cease to be
How many choices remain to change it
The way it looks, the way it feels
Before it sets
Immalleable
Another shape in an arrangement no one chose
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