The return

Who long can we pretend not to know?

You are that which I can and cannot see
Your shell vibrates and I dance to the flicker
Your every word melts between my every being here and not

Oh my, what have we done?
How long can we prolong the fun?
Will we want, till the seas run high?
Stuff our mouths with money and then we die?

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~ by Aquatic Poetry on March 28, 2016.

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