Candlelight; big shadow of a wine bottle on the wall;
Talking into the night, each in a world of his own, -
Memory’s Atlantis, sunk in ruins beneath the waves, -
We live self-deluded, the universe beyond unknown.
You and I, friends and strangers, met by chance,
Belong nowhere, dispossessed by wayward desire,
Wandering wherever inflated dreams take us,
Out true selves untouchable, our false selves for hire.
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