To escape the humdrum of life isolated
When his candle was burning halfway
Melted wax hugged with ideas aberrated
Designs never letting him walk away
That night he drank too much
That night he invented too much
That night he reflected too much
Hankered after an elusive touch
A blip of flame escaped on spur of moment
Grasped the ladder of kinky steps in emotive fit
Contacted dark half-moon in unstable movement
To satiate the primal urge devoid of rational wit
Remained suspended inverted in thin air
Infatuated with the gross hypnotic phases
Head hanging in shame and despair
Toes trembling in guilty conscious cages
At last, he cried and saw the remorse
Waiting for admission at his soul’s door
Lo! bright half-moon
sloped its course
To kiss the mountains of love, as before
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