it always begins with a sip
- or a gulp - whichever will coax
demons out of the tombs,
sooner, ephemeral bliss takes over,
sooner, the raging storms make a hasty retreat,
to wait for their moment
sooner, the heights become hazy,
and tranquility - a sinister form of tranquility
weans a soul of all its worries, all its burdens,
and owns them
in an ephemeral bliss
the future blends with nothingness
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