Ariel Riveros Pavez

September 17, 2015

Aqua Vitae

The blue glass bottles
flipped open

for cup, for lip,

for easy blue,
clinking just

The green lined grid/
graph paper /floor design/

storyboarded/ by instrument/makers

The cup holds between- tides

strung along by the nycthemeral.

Water drinks up moon. Water wakes

in the morning, to yawn

and lay stretched out on the lawn.

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Sydney based poet and microfiction writer. Schizophrenia spectrum. Fond of guitars and latin dance.