The Bottleneck
Gestated within, formed beyond thick glass,
A feeling is born from bright lights and stunned glares,
Warm orange hues bind with yellow bubbles,
Stewing into a cloud of silent sensation, bursting,
Though... all within a bottle, all contained,
Blue streaks of light pierce the warm gleam,
Initially bright and boyish, before dwindling darker,
Threatening to poison the seed from within its womb,
Panicked and afraid to lose this beauty all too soon,
We yank the lid away, and free it in its infantile state,
Without thick glass, subtle refraction, and imaginative satisfaction,
The cloud dissolves into an oil slick, dribbling gently,
I don't suppose it was ever as I thought?
A fractured façade, as fickle as a tissue.