Consume to Be
I have steeped myself in red wine
Drank from a cup that held stardust,
Buried myself in the earth,
Let the shore consume me
And hold me under
I have steeped myself in red wine
And here I float
Amongst all I've ever felt,
All I've ever been
Facets cannot hold me
For I expand beyond the worlds known
And I drift,
Drift slowly.
Swirling into a cloud,
Like black ink
dropped into a cup of clear water
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