Champaign Cognac Poem by Bullion Grey

Humans everyday, deal with avoidance.
It can be a fantastical illumination, even though it isn't real, which takes one to a place where they can work things out. Or escape for a while, nothing wrong with that.

For the most part, it is increasingly plain to see that each wo/man plays their part, as if a script were handed to them, without rehearsal, et al.
I don't mind it, but I am Awake, so I make some editorial changes on the fly! ......hey its time for my Champaign Cognac and chocolate truffles!