the spirit of an adventurer

perched on the falls at dusk
bottle in hand
i can almost feel the decadence
of life, flowing through me
as the worries of
a passive man
diminish, fade
and quickly
become distant
the sound of water
seeking it’s
final destination
again and again
reminding me that
life is never over
words escape me
to describe the elation
of nature
and drink
i take a hit
as forces move men,
like leaves in fall
the intoxication of
floods through me
conquering, and renewing
my soul
till I climax with
the clarity of a god





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