The fire-place is warm. Glow’s quiver
Is painting something on the wall...
...Another drink (God, bless my liver!)
Will praise my everlasting fall...
Inhale... and watch the dance of cheer
Inside the glass, and let it in...
All thoughts become so smooth and clear
To comprehend the gist of being.
You’re sacrificed for this enlightenment...
Enjoy the sluggish suicide!
Digest the spirit of refinement...
Not you, but it will suck you out...
(C) EK
Moscow 2020-08-26