Spirit’s Spirit

Suddenly blurred became clear

And actuals became ethereal

My eyes moved slow

Like a grape roll in a platter

Seeing listening and doing

Things inappropriate,

That’s the spirit!

That sparkles in the glasses

That gradually dilutes my blood

It untied my spirits high

And I sweat the precipitate

Of truthful approaches 

Tearing off the masks

That I hide behind

Revealing the nudity

Of my ever protected

Arrogance, self-centeredness

Immaturity and audacity

Making me exposed

As purely as I am just born