Poem written by cruelkindness
Hello, second glass this half hour...in my hand before the hour...
I thank you sacred mantis of monks in majestic lands that protect this potion of life
from the blue bloods internal stream of royal glowing flame that rein over my spirit
In my hand I have these secrecy of spirits that cast spells of delightful daze
with bright gauzy mist of ambient that ignite my soul's radiant lantern with force purpose
turning to strong illuminating chants of raindrop utters of majestic emerald hues
of surreal spices to elude the iced glass flourishing swirls of my sublime
my cup's soul of cubes wait again to float up in a kaleidoscopic cocktail
to continue In a sorcery of transitivity that keeps me in race to wait
on cubes to float again, certain they will further thicken these plots to escape my drinks.