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[Split Eight]

bottlemouth wet with deluge,
touch hallowed ground with heaven imbued,
spirits sixth sense left us confused,
shots in the dark, I followed the
pretty incense of bottled perfume.
the first through the fifth lessened
the togetherness, too, pair/ separate/ reduced
to ventures of sexual youth
for a spell & a moon, seldom seduced-
wasn't thinking, unpredicted,
innocent scratch in a crystalline ball
distant, detached, delicious dissolved
a hit of this acid & existence revolves
around instants & seconds
in the thick of it all, viscous resemblance
in liquid reflection & time ripples out
at the festival/ fair. it never was there.
and I saw before you: the fade
and the cut.
Walden Pond. strange not to want
or to feel anything, vacant as fuck
a lakeful of lust drained to a cup
I couldn't explain why I stayed
on the shore until you were
a stranger I fucked like
the remainder of sun when the
stars strained into dusk, the glow
of the smoke detector same as it was,
and you wrote me to say you
had waited enough & the light switch
stayed up while you drank to a slump


but the sunrise was nothing but brightness