Full Flown

It can shut itself up
Backspace into last
Night’s
Dip of nectar, thrown

Back reasons to sip
Like a hummingbird
Needs
To drink invisible ink

Dripped from the salty
Rims fighting back the
Blinks
Thumping as they roll

Heat cold color swirls
Not flown fast enough
Hovered
As in still blown shivers

Silvered in alias initials
Ridden within the hum
Sung
From that bitten tongue

Wrung out of excuses
As the contents doesn’t
Matter
But, that subject does.

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