On The Tide

[brightlotusmoon]

"The Absinthe Drinker"
by Arthur Symonds (1865-1945)

Gently I wave the visible worlds away.
Far off, I hear a roar, afar yet near,
Far off and strange, a voice is in my ear,
And is the voice my own? the words I say
Fall strangely, like a dream, across the day;
And dim sunshine is a dream. How clear,
New as the world to lover's eyes, appear
The men and women passing on their way!
The world is very fair. The hours are all
Linked in a very fair. The hours are all
Linked in a dance of mere forgetfulness.
I am at peace with God and man. O glide
Sands of the hour-glass that I count not, fall
Serenely; scarce I feel your soft caress,
Rocked on this dreamy and indifferent tide.

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Danny gave me absinthe for the pain. A double shot. This is how I feel.