Four shots of absolut,
Burn down into insides,
In timed intervals downed,
Then the fire hits the gut,
Rising to the brain,
Fuzzing thought and action,
Now the world unchanged,
Not a blur not a buzz,
Nothing beyond a slowness,
Just something different,
Neither high nor low,
A nice change though,
From a high of water,
Or of air, just life maybe,
I wait for a day for it to hit,
The right spots and bring,
The right pain or joy,
To a soul enriched,
Not by alcohol or elixir,
But by a sheer existence.
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