Choking on a grape that wasn't mine, I shouldn't have plucked it from the gardens vine. Under the starry linen draped above, I noticed a dragonfly nearby sitting on a fountain watching me die. Asphyxia was kicking in, looking up it seemed the moon did grin. I closed my eyes for the end to begin and amongst the darkness inside of me the dragonfly was buzzing free. It left behind a silver trail, swirling up and through the veil, behind which I could finally inhale, the infinite taste of wine.