Sazerac

Wet joy elsewhere
Sliding & discharging
Something more sore
Balancing out
The sweetness of a sylph
You conquerer of nothing
You always wanted something
The gilded support rusting

Bottle beget
Battle that loops on end
Empty, staring
Into the silver streaks of dulling light
You conqueror of nothing
Hot on the heels of something
The foundation is crumbling

Gradient
I'm the fifth
Leg of a table
Ever weave
In and out
Of the eyelet
God willing
You are forced
To be free



Credits
Writer(s): Blake Melton
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