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Drunken Clouds
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Drunken Clouds
On the face of the Truth
listen to what my friend says:
gravity doesn’t exist,
that the Universe only sucks.
To his point of view
I may agree in terms of science;
heavy particles fall down
lighter fines whiz up
Crystal wine may evaporate
and turn into drunken clouds
leaving the coarse lees behind;
when the end comes near
the feathery-light soul
flutters to take a leap
into the sky
leaving the dense body behind
until it rots and turns into dust
and is finally sucked into the Unknown!
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