poetry hangover (revised)

was it the wine
was it the pills
was it the poetry
i cannot stand still
against disaster i lean
one eye closed
to escape meandering
a rhythm flows
a beat beats
a sacred cadence
from beneath
steel drums peel
what does it mean
aren’t we all
just wondering
can i be loved

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