A bottle is more lucid,
than bleach becomes.
Spreading its mechanisms,
onto unpolluted fluid,
whose remnants is a sewer.
So long and thin,
and remote as space,
and mindful as cures.
Like crazy straws,
that cannot suck,
abandoning the hereafter.
All other systems,
cannot dare liven,
for they have been cuffed.
Psyche stored away,
in cornered freezers,
mindfulness is snatched.
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