The correlation between fantasy and fiction

Is obtuse

Screaming at me in a loose desire

To pour my soul into drinks

That make real

What sober means

Today I contibnue to waste my ways

In poetry, not because I can

But  because I will  continue

and as I sleep

I will dream

Of  a forever that accuses  me

Of being a poet

I am one with  what I write

And I know it

And my pain can only come

With how I showit

So I rest with  how I bow

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