Tide

by michaelcahill

bottleneck

the earth collides
with its reflection

and we realize
that the moon is a liquid
floating on a lake
disheveled by a breeze

but, never harmed

yet, we always look up
to find it
up into the frozen vacuum
trying to warm it
with some cloying romantic notion

and some unseen force
is sick with laughter
as the pretense of togetherness
wraps its greedy tentacles
around our throats
and gently squeezes

we become light headed
mistaking our swaying motion
for dancing

finally, confusing support
with an embrace

we declare that the game is afoot

but that's all it is
in the bottleneck

hells yes, baby,
we's in love

all our fluids
spill into the lake
making the moon shimmer

ultimately, we are a mixed up
twirling couple thing
that keeps sucking the being
out of ourselves until
there are identical piles of dust
stored in coffee cans
in an infinite warehouse
where we join the others
all in a row

we all was in love
hells yes!

but, really, we just got caught up
in the bottleneck

and why we traveled there
we will never know

it has something to do

with the tide

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