“More Drinking”
What to an ear may your drum be heard still
Under great vibes of disappearing links,
For the call burns within means by all fill,
Leaning back into sense a drifting kink.
My love is blown from the greater reach small,
Given or taken along shifting lines
Where thought must reflect the bouncing in crawl
To however bridges leak in past fines-
As our skin is removed of dirt by chance
Before alarms waken for its enhance.
Dreaming feels something in numbness as clear
If going deserves of futures to beer.
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