Lorenzo Buford
I must drink so many cups of pain.
We are not possible in a sane world.
Why do you think I stay drunk?
In my drunken state, I may see you
Not as blurred images, not as fragmented touches
Though distance is beyond reason;
But within a drunken state, we are each other's bliss.
Yet, I must distance myself from god to know God.
How lost am I in the ruins I have become
Because I worship images that cannot contain you.
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