Sometimes in this bottle

I believe everything

All that life has planned

And

All that my mind has to give.

As I sit on this bench

By this river,

Wrapped in a web,

Being prepared to be eaten by this spider by my hand

I wait for answers.

As the light reflects

From this rivers edge

To tell a story, a thousand stories

Of them before us

And of us now, by this river

Drunk, electric, on fire!

I fall in

With only a thought

And my thoughts take me back home.

And while I am home.

Back in the desert

Where there are no rivers but only one

The driest river you'll ever see

I jump back into my bottle

And believe everything.

But this time

I am in the sun

I am in the dirt

My hands feed me

Water plays with me

I talk to nobody

And I believe

Nothing.

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