Reflective surface given power by flame.
Forged in a pit of hope, beaten
to elegant form.
Silver eager to mold- a spoon
if that’s what you need
a spoon here to please
Please, a powerful beginning.
Why a flattened start?
Pummeled on the anvil of servitude-
a hindsight bias,
she could have used in the fore
For a mix, a measure, a toss
a stir, or transfer- the spoon
can only crave what it has
dissolved. Silver seal Spoon’s surface from her
guts of wood
Would she need aspiration, I’ll give her
an aim. Spoons sit pretty
in their drawer, camouflaged
by other silver- not distinct.
You need someone, Silver Spoon.
Your purpose- is not your own.
A. VDB 
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