Who says you can't see and be blind?
Where you run is not always where you're going.
Can you still read signs when the dark is king mind?
Touch and feel are stories, illusion snowing.
Blanketing everything, even your soul.
But where is the goal in intoxication?
What is the ultimate role for your incarnation?
A drunk that can see future is someone afraid of oblivion.
But don't we envy this forsakened sage?
In a mix of time, with the present of the present out of
range?
Keep drinking far-seer.
Blanket your vision with illusions of intoxicating fear.
Save us from the enlightenment of an abyss that escapes into
our lights.
Go back and forth in awareness and forget.
Go beyond your awareness of regret.
Kiss the one Beloved infinite brink.
She poured your drink,
It's with her, your kind self, with which you're upset.
Don't come back.
Die a drunk.
When you laugh at the final joke,
It will be the same as dying a monk.
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