Reality's Bubbly
Paused on the veranda
for a poetic tête-à-tête,
we sipped vintage wine
and spoke of days gone hither
when we were much greener,
recollect being impulsively dramatic mid
rehearsals for what was to transpire,
tripping the nimbly light
and guzzling cheap beer into
the wee hours of night's obscurity,
wiser and older, yet still imagining
one day we'll conquer the world,
resigned to this present moment
we comfortably reminisce,
betwixt the fermented
sputtering fizzle of reality
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