Labyrinth

I guzzle beer and fall into a labyrinth,

A connoisseur of wine called paradiso,

snuggle in the closed loops,

Mercurial sunshine slant in like incongruous iceman would,

On a Christmas eve,

I am lost to bartender who gape with assiduous morphine,

And would part the lips into blue amalgam of a dream

Who would pull me out of loony fixation of having lost the earth,

As I stand above the fertile ground and in mirth

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