Untitled - July 06, 2002

The solid embrace
of clear cut crystal
filled with liquid gold
becomes solace
against all that is
beyond the now
and the here.

Slow sips,
quick gulps,
all serve to make things
come away with greater speed
than before.

Every moment,
becomes a march towards
both oblivion
and forgetfulness.

Verbal brilliance
becomes a thing of past
as words become slurred
and garbled
in the confusion that reigns.

The half glass
is but a sign
beckoning 
to be filled again.

Heads clear,
hearts full,
are but what is left
of lives lived.