Alcoholism is the means
for those who craves for second consciousness,
first one being stale, drab and commonplace,
for them,
a heightened soul of different kind,
when things acquire new meanings,
a different ecstasy and even tear of joy,
obtaining which drunk cries,
putting himself, placing himself
and even navigating in a world of meanings,
which he himself has invented,
albeit its transitoriness
forgets the true inebriation
that of worldly truth
and wordly web of sweet relations.
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