Drunk in the morning

You open the door to step into a radiant day full of light and roses
Instead you step into an empty space
You open your mouth to praise Love with  sweetest songs and verses 
Instead your tongue is numb and rests in daze
You open your arms to take in the world in a universal act of mercy
Instead you’re stupefied by death embrace
You open a bottle of ambrosia to heal from all that’s earthly
Instead the corkscrew cuts open your face
And the rest is haze
The rest is haze


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