Liquor

Dark liquor burns the phlegm of broken away
you can take my advice on that bit. 
I watch the wings of a bird
flutter by on a breeze,
and drink it deep. 
I drink it down,
down into the
thought of
timeless
oblivion. 

– B. 

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