Blind Drunk in Elysium
In Vino Veritas, I suppose…
And lying there pinned
by the rays of the Summer Sun,
the death song of a million braincells
drowned out by the crickets, I had my answer.
Forgetting the question,
drowned deep neath the whisky,
I found the truth so relentlessly simple
That I wept at knowing I would soon forget.
I saw certainty disfigured
Faith made futile in a febrile mind.
The Key to the Wisdom of the Ancients
Placed in the unsure grasp of an unprincipled fool.
What? You want the answer.
You want the secret of eternal life?
What price the heavy Saws of the Immortals?
Were they fooIish enough to gift these to a drunkard