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First Order's Arkanisian Water bottle

We keep them on hand

Always

In the kitchen cabinet or on a bedside table

Currently our favourite brand

Is First Order's Arkanisian Water

Though we used to prefer Empire Valley Spring Water

That was before we discovered

First Order's Arkanisian Water

It comes from an artesian aquifer so sometimes I call it

Arkanisian Artesian Water

Just to make you smile when I twist my tongue

I think they called it that way

Because it orders you to drink it

As the first thing you do after awakening

(It would be a lame advertising slogan

You'll say when you read it)

Is ecologically bottled

In recyclable plastic

Shaped like a body

A little

Sculpted stomach, narrow neck, and mouth closed by a cap

Red cap sticked to its lips

The thick torso is wrapped in a black label with the funny, red hexagon as a logo

With big words lettered

In a font resembling this from Star Wars' credits

First Order

As if to scream to the world

Here is the most powerful water bottle in the galaxy!

All remaining bottles will bow to the First Order!

Trapped under a sturdily twisted cap

So clean and calm and chilly and waiting in the wings

To quench the thirst

Moisten the chapped lips of the man you love

For the first time

Cool down the craving

That smoldered down his throat

For all this time

That's what you gave me

First Order's water bottle

I became the bottle and yours are the lips that kiss its mouth

And drink me down

To the last drop

Or

You're the clean fluid which told my throat it's been dried

All my life

Or

You're the cap and I the water inside a bottle

Well protected from spilling around and

Soaking into the ground

Without a trace

We seize them

All.

🏃

the run

trillions of seconds

that jump aside

to pass me by

while behind my back

thousands more

minutes

stay where they are

n dont come nearme

i can hide in the places taht lie

betweeen time

hang my mistakes up in a wardrobe

never wear em again

wash off the stain

i so recklessly made

but then the cloth tears in the seam

so i dont launder the time anymor

the hand of a clock

starts to tick

the time has thawed

i thaw

flow with the current (of) events

the river doesnt turn back

cause in teh brook

there's a man

who coddles his inner child by writin poems

i wanna tell him that adult ppl dont write anymore but then i dont

cause his poems are fuckin beautiful and i love them almost as much as i love him (line deleted)

this man's holdin my hand

as an anchor

keepin my feet on the ground

my toes flounder in the mud of dyas

days accumulate in weeks

weeks into years

i dont swim anymore

Another One Time

Height, width and depth.

Like in a nonexisting pool from a math exercise

You were told to calculate the volume

Despite it had none because it wasn't even

Physical

But the answer at the back of the coursebook proved you wrong,

Saying it had 20000 gallons.

Time

I told you about the

Height, width and depth

Not what they taught me,

But what I've learned myself.

I told you about the words' volume,

How they fully filled my thoughts and weighted

Heavily on my fingers

And I had been deluded that

I had known all dimensions.

So you taught me

About time

What they have never taught in school.

You told me you could travel in it like I drive the bus

There are many lines and chains of events

That your hands reclasp

Some schedules should be kept in mind so as not to get late

On a meeting with the love of your life

And even if you do

You can loop on a bus terminal

And take a ride back where you came from

But

It's never the same,

Somehow.

There are other people on the stops

Stepping inside the bus

You recognize them, but they don't know you

Anymore

Those are just repeated people

Doubled days

The twin times.

When you're with me

That's why you never replay your role in this

Once aired spectacle

You could live trilions of times with mes

Though it wouldn't be fair

So you live only one time with sole me

Hmm

How exhausting

It would be to live with more mes

I think

Like this nonexistent pool from a math exercise

Void waiting

To be filled with sound, safe and warm

Of your voice

And then you poured the fourth dimension

Into that pool

So it gained volume

And now I know I'm whole made of time.

There are two times in me, actually

Time spend alone with people

But only the second one

Matters.

Sometimes

I wish I could pour out of my memory

Those whiles

I spent without you,

Because it feels like there are many puddles of loneliness

And only one deluge

Of time

With you.

I don't know why.

Knock off work,

Take a walk with Millie,

I look down at the time I spent with you and feel glad.

There could be

Another One Time

When I wouldn't have met you.

fire flies

it flies like hair slattin behind a ginger boy when he's runnnin

fire files burnin holes in the clouds,dark pits invitin' me inside

it flies

away

its way thruogh my lungs

when i gaze in your glazed eyes

it mirrors there already

its flames in my mind

it breathes my thoughts

all of em abt

you

abt time i havent lived twiceor thrice or more

the city is you

like a swarm of insects that 've parasited on my body n left me bloodless

most ppl call it love

Pumpkin

I like to think about other boys

Sometimes

But the truth is

If you ever left me

I’d be torn apart

And never become whole again.

There’ll never be anyone who could sew me back

Together

Like you did.

How exhilarating.

I don't want anyone else

Even for a galaxy.