You quench yourself with me yet keep the thirst.
I am collapsed The wind blows me to wind chimes A lonely bench.
Sit on me. You can sit on me. I will allow you to sit on me.
Hide here instead. And be seen.
I’m the part of the blanket where the cold snatches you.
I smile between the mountains and frown behind the troposphere I am the face of the moon
And the camera that missed it and the Wesson that didn’t
Because I am everything you want.
And you will never get it.