Whiskey Sinner

Drained into a bottle,
the whiskey drinks you.
Wink at the moon and tumble,
break the spirit on glass,
see stars fall off hinges,
watch the sun get drunk up,
feel the darkness of soils
come topple like a flood,
be turned over and live upside down,
fall through the cracks in earth,
fall into mineral nullity,
die down into the dank space of roots
that have toiled geologic millennia
for the petals of sober thought -
for the flowering of lucid formations;
go down into the laboring dark, forget
the finest joy on earth:
the supreme consciousness of love.

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