Time and time again
I strike over and over.
drifting and sifting
lifting the smells of clover.
That I could be sober means nothing,
the gamble has been taken.
The prize is not lost
I have become lost.
what once was closeness
has now become space.
thanks to the emptiness
of my own action.
do not tell me that I have been foolish
for I know I have.
I am here to see that
my fear is what will be,
close to me.