Busy being distilled
filled,then
spilled out drop by tiny drop
dripping,dripping,dripping
stop,
and proof,
enough and more to blow you off the roof.
Busy being fortified
scented,
reinvented,
dyed in the wool and full to overflowing.
This distillery's not killing me, but
strengthening and lengthening the shadows in my day,
making way for more,
building my reserve to serve me
opening the door,
giving me the nerve to carry on,
to carry going on
until
the last drop
has gone.