there is nothing
quoth I...
like getting drunk
all ceases
regular transport no longer running
what is there
that we have no time for
any longer?
I quoth
I linger
waiting to be born again
from alchohol and tobacco
freed from restraints that minimise my time
by divvying it up into smaller parts I linger...
only as the wait at the healer's hand:
to get served
to go home and be well again
my self
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