It's cold
but I've fared worse
Grasping at the air
The emptiness surrounds me
Is this what I wanted?
What was it that I wanted?
And all my fingers find are palm

I feel only myself
Not floating, more of
Being hung just above the ground
To see
Nothing

Was there anything there?
Perhaps there never was
Maybe I haven't found it yet
I'll try again tomorrow

The World
Rotating me
How warm
The feeling
Of another soul
So fleeting
The robust smell
Of
fresh meat

I've lost it
The urge
Now a ringing echo
flowing through my teeth
As if to give meaning to the words
Lazily hanging about
My feet

What's left?
I raise my hand high
Just a lacuna
Another glass
To fill and empty
It really has been fun
By the midnight sun
My drinking days are done