Do I feel the expanse of myself and the flesh and mind of my lovers and loves,
Passions so fierce in desires, Passions so full in lust, Crystallizing exquisite sharp moments in a moment’s coarse ethanol yet feel as smooth as our resonant flesh
Do I experience all the violent retching of my mind’s youth and of my mind’s whole, Yet travel no closer to what I want, to where I go, to what I am,
Whether my aim is aimless or precise I drown- in myself and in my drink.
Do I contain multitudes, Contradictions, and You Yet contain no answers.