The Alcoholic Night-- Inebriating blackness, With every prolonged sip Making opaque the once crystal stream Upon which my raft of conciousness Is turbulently tossed-- Strange spirits sustain my solitude As my intoxication intensifies, Unfettering inhibition-- Come--drink with me-- Let the liquor loosen you-- Together we will taste The essence of the moonshine--
Reason for writing:
I was lying in bed and I just noticed how
the stillness of the night seems to, in a way,
get you "drunk."
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