Origami

[milo]

I attempt to sharpen my creases,
folding along lines whispered at birth;
the quest for shape never ceases.
While a simple cup quenches my thirst,
still I wait for a crane to burst
from these refolded pieces.

I like this quite a bit, ella.

I fancied myself a bit of an origamist (new word) for a bit. i had a quiet obsession with it.

i don't think the metaphor is necessarily new but it is well-drawn enough to be "new again" or interesting anyway.