Like the loose lips of bar attendees
with their members pressed into the hard oak finish
and their fingers softly careening into the curves
of our individual Gods and Goddesses
We have felt it
and all of its waves warped against its cold tender
For money
What does it mean
And I remember that it doesn't matter
it never did from the start
It is the difference between being here
and not being
You never float like you do on a river
in at a bar at the edge of town