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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