Inspired by: Edgar Degas' "Absinthe"
Silence, sweet silence
Seconds counted retrograde
All day spent
Finally reaching cipher
Even He rested
Sodden, wind burned flesh
I trudge below deck
Squall evaded
Such is object permanence
I enjoy these moments
As I consign to oblivion
All knowledge of impending flood
No one to guide the helm
Torpid mind
I am finally safe
I am finally free
Impervious in my chitin abyss
2 comments:
I take this to be a description of getting drunk, nice description.
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