Imagine a world
inside a drop of water,
slowly falling down a glass.
Where is the fairness?
How long until
it evaporates;
becomes a part of you?
A fairytale
about the way our
insides work.
Blood pressure,
rising tide.
A familiar face
is picking the
next great age
of mankind.
Yes,
only one face
is the right one for me.
Alcohol and a pose
of reverence
for the end times.
It will never be
this good again.
