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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