We scheme,
demean,
i find
you blind,
too light-
in time,
we'll die.
We drink,
can't think
and sink
into an altered state.
Float up in bubbles
of yayity,
gaiety,
to our unquestioned deity
until we pop and bloom
and wilt, slowly
we descend-
i immerse my body
in gloom.
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