Liquid doused in wind
Sustenance in the destitute
Cram words into a multitude
Of phrases relating to
The strange rocks of life
That lead people to and away
Each other
Spikes of hope mixed with
The cold fire of fate
Doused in alcohol rising
Above our heads as a bell
Far off chimes and I
Realize I’m late
The shine is dull but
Bright enough to light me
Up and create something
From everything and
Nothing from substance
Sharp ridges bite my ankle
As sharp tongues bite my soul
To laugh in envy through cold
Summers of easy bright light
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