It is not a mirage. This;
it is vital they share the same blue
veins under their pale veil. But they breathe different
airs.             To live, is to learn how
to rejoice with paresthesia
causing liquor down your throat
and be in the stupor without feeling
stupid.
Stupors feel better
lucid
and this, this all feels better in sleep.

liquor gets me real drunk and warm

in my stomach is whiskey kindle

my chimney throat smokes without fire

and all the burning and pressing

matters leak without heat