With the fog
they drown
and come to life
like the newly
baptized
finding
God
and answers
not always
making sense
Heightened
by the heat
and the burn
of the booze
egos
playing around
manifesting
as the
enemy
questions
wasting
away
like the
burning
cheroot
in the dirty ashtray
while
the mind
lays
in wait
throbbing
bubbling
burning
not letting
me sleep
chakra
clumped
in my chest
i can feel
it till my spine
only
deep breaths
but it
doesn't budge
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