As for me
I am still thirsty.

This strange vibratorium
in which we sing
and weep
through icy nights
without a fire still drinking
cups
of steaming stardust.

I'm down with it
and have been
all these many years.

Beyond clueless evil
the endless unconcerned
breathes poetry
multi verses
casually
as if nothing really happens
in that unhurried blink
of the bottomless eye.