The jar is full again Overflowing from this new harvest A long drag of my index across the slowly spilling side of the glass A slow lick of the flavor from my finger Savor it Like all the colonies have collapsed Burn it into memory like it's the last ration Save it away for fear of nightfall
It's nearly new tonight, faint enough to just trace the dim outline along the dark side. Too much light can make things fuzzy And tonight that last slice of light will turn The sunshine was only a reflection and now all the mirrors have gone black leaving only cold, uncovered confrontation We spit at each other the words we had perpetually swallowed because leaving them in our mouths would have just made the taste linger This time the bloodshot came without flame or flower But from breaking the jar as you try and scrape one last drop out