drowninglotus

Truth isn't found at the bottom of a bottle
nor is it really found at the top
It has this funny way of floating near the middle
suspended and hiding out in the open
defying both sediment and buoyancy
One never knows how many tilts of the head
it will take to find it.
It's not even a goal,
but you wait
for your tongue to rush back into your skull
hopefully before your stomach revolts
It's a race against your own constitution
Where practice can either make perfect or death
It's an assembly line to the divine:
Scoop, Pack, Pour, Dispense, Pour, Insert, Serve.
Is this eight or nine?
Counting is for amateurs
Only the hearty discover
that it's all a mirage