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Absinthe - Van Gogh
Psychedelic January 25
I let my mind swim
until merely my components
gaze longingly past the bottle's content
losing self
to become
defined, etched in glass
my hands never in the frame
nor lips wet
as I imbibe
insanity
tempered with water
circling
I drop into the pool
generate circular tides
that rise and recede
out of respect
for the gravity of my situation
chairs, tables, drift in, drift out
they are you
you are I
I thought I missed you
called your name
just hours before darkness fell
now light cleanses my eyes
lucidity washes clean my decisions
I'm who I was
in reverse
swimming against tides
that carry me home
until
exhaustion
transforms hard floor
to soft bed
where a pained head rests
crushing somewhat
the remnants
of a pained mind
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