Night enters
To find me self-destructive
A slave to Mayan beans harvested by working poor
And a drink passes before the eyes and lips
Of only the gods and I
The pain becomes my prison
There is no sun, nor moon
To shine between these bars
To show the day
Or trickle through to show me the way
I am left stumbling
Blind
Mumbling
Waiting to open up like a lotus flower
And twirl in dance
Beneath the stars
A diamond
A shimmering soul
Becoming one with life
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