I drank them all, aged as they were
100 grapes or more
I swallowed them and breathed their sent
as if they were brand new.
Then after I had drank my fill
or perhaps more than full
I jumped right off a large high rock
into a deep wet blue.
And there I floated with eyes up
towards the cloudless sky
my body careless swam with ease
my mind so light it flew.
And then when I had woken up
from this old-aged-grape state
I shook my head and climbed back towards
the roots from which I grew
I threw out empty jars of wine
and drained full bottles dry
I poured them into rushing streams
and was what I once knew
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