As many people know
I don't often drink.
Only a coke
Trying not to provoke
Any losing of self.
But now, a confession.
One night, an obsession
To play with the fates
And find new dimensions.

I sunk an equivalent
Of fifteen Black Russians
And then had a smoke
For all life was a joke
Reality was fading.
Then the nothingness came
To encircle my brain
Liberation from corporeal
Was I going insane?

My body survived
In another existence.
My mind was alone
In it's voidal cone
Savouring abstractions.
My brain was elated
A nothing had been created
But it must be admitted
I was totally wasted.

Irene C S ClarkHogg

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