Nothing else matters. Stand up.
Bring me wine.
(Omar Khayyam, apud Manuel Bandeira)
love
like wine
drive us higher
we trip on a winding straight line, dancing to no music,
till we throw up words of no footing, crying for every or no reason,
and each other we meet we call a brother, for all in all
we are not older and yet clumsier than a toddler
the silver moon face
no longer seduces our gaze,
the morning gives off a warm aroma
whose sweetness we simply can't perceive
we are all senses poured onto a sole glass,
which slowly dries off, or then is taken by someone else,
but the thirst that drives us only entices
our fondness for a further dose
we stop being like a limpid crystal,
repealing in the order of things,
to turn into mangled measure in the world,
joy and pain that entangle and go indistinguishable
like wine
love
drive us higher
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