Celebrate a welting heart,
Drink down another fill.
I fear my friends will never come
To see me again, like a whipping tease.
Smile to the mirror, the only picture
Captured tonight in teeth and eye.
Scrape and scab be welcome, an itch
To sooth, just one right time.
Drink another fill and feel the world
Slipping away, Atlas taking a knee
With a chuckle, orb rolled to one side,
Tickling inside, not sure if that sob
Of laughter will be enough to replace
The weight. He dreams occasionally
Of ice in his cup, swirling inside
Condensed outer edge. Other poets
Have said it too, and another fill
To sooth night, to numb abscess,
Blur sunlight, remember gravity
Pushing you closer to the earth.
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