The Revelry of Stardust
Where pools of lucidity
Swirl - the undercurrents of opacity
And the senses are deplete -
Empty.
The sails of joy lay still
in voids of movement and will
time and place abandoned; incomplete -
Idle.
The store of barrels – dry!
At long year’s end more rye
And barley spirits are need'd -
Full.
The albatross curse forgiven by a gust;
The ship’s company is blessed by stardust.
Let the consumption sparkle with hope;
Cheer.
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