Sweet Intoxication

Where did this vision come from?
How is it that I see what is not there?
Energy, like dancing tendrils of smoke ~
that is not smoke.
It tastes of wheat and hops,
a kind of icy chill that warms from within.
Perhaps my being drunk,
is the reason I see pure energy dance across my skin.

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About Fredrik Kayser

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