my bottle imp
impatiently implores me to be impulsive
says things like:
"...be like eternities,
they tourniquet-tedly thrive
they're deliberate, imperceptibly sharp
they turn time into events
they use tiny knives on your eyes...
all you humans, pain yourselves
to remember why bones fade
back to rain and ghosts glow
in all the places our noses know..."
EJR ©
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