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BINGING ALONE IN A MOON-LIT NIGHT

Li Bai

Among the flowers, there’s a pot of wine.

I binge alone: in absence of friends and relates.

I, raising my cup, propose a toast to the moon.

It’s image and my shadow completes a trinity.

Even though they are oblivious to my drinking pleasure.

The shadows tango with my body.

We are transient partners.

We seek instant gratification.

Whenever I sing, the moon stays motionless.

Whenever I dance, the shadows tumble on one another.

In regaining awareness, the trio commutes delight.

They part company only when intoxicated.

We hope to foster eternal bonds.

And seek unforgettable communion in timeless galaxies.