I remember the burn of a warm liquid
Descending my throat
And there, endless, heat in my chest
And another shot, followed by yet another ten
I seek the mic
Behind which are friends with guitars
I tell them the song and out burst, sudden, riffs
Then I realize, I can't remember anything past he first verse
In my stupor, veins crawling, throat scratching
I invent my own lyrics that would sung once
Never repeated or remembered
Drifting through the eternal thoughts of space
Colliding with one star, then another
Gradually being singed into the black walls of the universe in white script
With every coming second the meaning changes
An enormous slur and everything contracts
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