By: Gus Victoria
Is there truth there sir?
At the bottom of that glass,
Is there redemption found,
Or like the mythic Djinn,
Is inspiration trapped in a bottle?
Drink deep and profound
The mead of life,
Take up your quill,
Dipped in eternal ink
To burn drunken truth
On silent parchment.
Words crowd together
Guided by a maddened Muse,
The divine gift is yours,
The nectar of the poet sweet,
Does it uncover majestic sights
Hidden by a trapped mind
In other times?
Does it grant mystic travel
From this present tempest
To more calm climes?
Drunken truth
Is truth carried by means
Of your divine craft.
Read then poet,
Mightier than the priest,
Closer to the gods,
What truth is uncovered,
There always,
At the bottom of your bottle.
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