from nothing

from nothing poem by steven james humphreys

the drunkard

captured God’s universe

from zero

all those

pretty little stars

in a glass jar

his illusion

in consciousness

keeping no tangible store

sitting in that air-conditioned bar

invisibility we

know is there

yet we sleep

and slumber

where?

in wakefulness

my

fellows sit

on rows of stools

in denial

tipping glasses

with jingling ice

as if toasting

our

high

universe.

 

 

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