( For George, for anyone
an evening doodle. )
We pause, slip and flounder
worry about paradoxical situations
some of us even consider turning back
but it's far too late now
eternity's drunken power
keeps on returning
to sanctify thirsty lips
liberate the throat
circle the pulse of reason
allow careless whispers to ripple
fill the earth with love
until outstretched fingers
reach their limit
stumble into another light
stretch out among the stars
on dance floors of time
where the music never dies.
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