of a bottle. when you drain the life out
of life you're left with a convex display of
all the things you've let go.
you're far too used to
tipping back your heavy head and
seeing only yourself in that distorted
reflection
instead of something better.
you look for meaning in the bottom
of a bottle. you fashion a telescope from
empty ones but all you see is your own bro
ken eye blinking back.
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