I came to the drooping scent of wine,
touched beard and mustache,
was blind in the nearest shining of the sun,
earthworm dug earth under feet,
I felt the coolness and heard sing of quean,
thought learned I'm only on these ladies eyes,
kept ataxic gait
through the lane of myself
at last
endless end
did not find me…
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