Integrative Analysis
Drunken frutiflies dance in my wineglass
All through the night
I hear their souls pass
Like seconds to the right
Clockwise and clocwork
They pass down my gullet
Like dregs that rise
Downwards a bit like regret
But refreshments so crisp
Like grapes full of captured sun
I begin to lisp
All about the already run
Put black horses through their paces
Hourglasses with sand
Grain that traces
Glimmers of land
In the oasis
O
Abuzz are the contented
Till they go
To lands enchanted
To sing forever
Sing so clear
That they are silent
Clever dear
Yes,
Clever dear
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