M1C

Utterly indifferent, for why be

Given its indifference 

Senseless and folly, 

He, 

melts us patiently with a see-through bottle in hand.

Paranoid with our relationship, I am

Irksome and nauseous I am,

At times yet interchangeably 

Convicted to find an earthly form 

that was expelled rudely by its tribe.