Named, Unintended, Self Portrait

tonight
is a night of droopy eyes
and longing lips

tonight is hydrated
tonight is a mausoleum
we live, we die by water consecrated
for you, tonight, does my chested muscle pump

tonight
is a night of mental sickness
and hyper-haste in heat

tonight is worn down
tonight is a broken toe
we live, we live to be free of freedom to be
I, tonight, am unenduring

tonight, tonight
we climb to the top of an inverted hill
tonight,
we stand on the moon and peer up to the sun
tonight,
we are alone, encaved within the wine we pour
into the mouths of crystalline fountains
fantasy statues churning moonlit substance
into moonlit froth

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