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The stupor
Jun 30, 2022
I pour another measure
And clink glasses with regret,
When I’ve had my way I’ll pour some more
And drink it to forget.
I stand with friends and comrades
We’re all going to war,
Against the tyranny of this life
Until we hit the floor.
I drink when I’m alone
To imagine transformation,
I drink to pass the days
And for emancipation.
The spirit is within me
Loosening these chains,
So that I may sing and dance
Until the spirit leaves again.
I drink to see the smiles
And hear the beating wings,
Of birds escaping cages
What music drinking brings!
The stupor makes things funny
And gives succour to my dreams,
One day I will leave behind
This place that I have seen.
