Under the spell of
Another
Doesn’t matter who
We all have it
The mind has a social component
Possibly aligned with the primary axes
And coefficient matrices
Delineated by obtuse misdemeanors and
Buttoned up along the road
Buttoned up inside
Too bottled up for
Two bottles to spill
Out onto the night sky
With time and hope
Without limit but
Longing for retribution for
Nightmares
And honest darkness
