Effervescence Collapse

My to carbonated soul,
Leaking a mucus secretion,
Bubbles seeking reaction,
And soda water unclean although a translucent sheen,
Bubbles fart to surface risen,
The two me’s in collision in this cup,
And I meet myself half way up,
One lost and one found,
Carbonated, saturated, drowned,
Infatuated bubble round,
Free to rise but not to grow,
So push me low,
Push me back inside the traps,
Push me back into an effervescence collapse,
Still water dense as mat blacked.
That bubble dance now flat and trouble racked.
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