Shape.


So here, but so there.
However, I do not know if that there
is where I was or where you were.
Oh I am so scared.

So much wine.
And everything looks just divine.
And this is, by now, guess what, my last line.
Everything seems to be fine.

I see me being my own vector,
being my own spectre.
Being of my life: the director.

I see me being the host.
Being the my ultimate ghost.
So, for that matter, let's get drunk.
Let's make a toast.

T all the precious junk.
To all the useless tools hide in the trunk.

By this crystalline grape.
To this way to escape.

This is the last, my last, your last shape.
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