in an imaginary amber bottle
if we contract and stoop to skew our form
and crawl within the confines of a single word
will we compile each consecutive moment
hoping that somewhere the apex houses
that pure and sweet concentrate
of our positions
no longer diluted
by excessively controlled
deliverance
but this deliberation is filtered
by our own twisted perspective
is the goal to travel to some
predictable and untainted destination
a holy matrimonial development
that irrefutably will drip
with lament
isn’t joy captured within the awesome voyage
there are snapshots to be taken
and views to be savored
as our amber is unearthed
and our world becomes
a variable blend
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