Consciousness in a Drunken Stupor

 

No longer am I a man.

No longer am I whole.

I am but one small part

of the grandest thing

the universe has ever known.

 

Without this grandiosity

I am nothing, and the universe

means nothing, for, were it not

for this one intangible notion,

the very meaning of meaning

would be bogus.

 

March or May 1989

 

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