Form

My consistency is quickening 

Thickening up in Perspex glass

Measure my value in millimetres

And pour over the fizzling pan

I will cut and paste myself but

The original is saved 

In a folder I haven’t made yet 

I am consistent in my inconsistency

Steady as the existence of the sun

You can turn yourself to feel my warmth 

I will not stop 

For your need of sleep 

I do not spill over the edges anymore 

I soften like play dough 

I am part of a mass 

I remember being told that liquid is the hardest substance 

But I too will not crumble 

I too will retain my form