Two Point Five

one of three poems I wrote while tripping

The bend of all equilibrium

within veins you only know exist- 

your intuition stirs beneath the pump of your heart

to supernova funeral song.

Crossing my fingers for you in a dream

superstitious but superstition herself

vexed you into sipping her light 

through pores you never knew you had.

Starve me of my good fever,

an antidote you won't ever see since 

you can't sleep with the hard time I've done.

I lose syntax and I'm colorless in vision, 

but a thirstier, bloodless animal waits on me 

to the second hand.

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[The Twin Arenas]

What's 2.5 in reference to?

[scarlynn]

amount ingested