"Sip in times of
doubt for full elation
from the bare vessel
of first creation"
...scribbles on
pasted paper, the labels
that enwrap us all
heretic, virgin,
lost, drunk... preacher
ink from scribbles
runs in the aging
rains and twisting times
malformed details
pool together in
the belly of the bottle
meandering down
transparent cheeks
into a pool where
descriptive edges
are abandoned
where the whirling
details are found
to be lost in
...did they ever
really matter to us
yet glue is still
slathered on bare
vessels of first creation
and thin decorated
advertisements are
still slapped upside them
thus join in this,
a raised glass of
sterile stagnant thought
poured from this not so
bare vessel of first creation
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