"Hungover or Genius?"
“Hungover Or Genius?”
I awoke wreathed in shards
of sunlit shadows glancing
off hooded remnants of the night
I sucked so hard the blessed air
erotically enhancing
the wondrous mood of my flight
from silent, blissful ecstasies
known only to those waiting,
the hopeful, ageless, chancing,
of dreams against mysterious
anticipation of endless time
advancing,
all awake amid amoebic living,
delighting in embodiment
of time so unforgiving,
eternity laughs
at fleeting moments.
© Sam Hyde
1196 B.C.
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