3/16/88
Ode to a Bottle
The vast and empty
bottle has filled me with its wisdom.
So deeply has it
moved me, I seek no further counsel.
Forgotten thoughts
once evasive, strike back now with much abrasive.
Tis little wonder I
am full as I stare at my expounding tutor.
As the morning dawn
creeps in, I will weep anew.
Left with only fragments
of my delusions to pursue.
M
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