A Third of the Time

 I orbitally, geographically and succinctly supplant your soup.

Next door to your next door neighbor is your other neighbor and you.

You were feeling so good, and he shot it right out of the sky.

Now you feel just like you, again, mottled and appeased,

a pirate on the forgotten sea of mystery on its knees.

Even hot water feels cold at first.

Then you were a burning herd of thirst.

And a third of the time, we don't even see the sky.

And a third of the time, we don't ever see the sky.