everything is untitled, everything is named

Earlier
there were thoughts and
words and
ideas

falling

like snow flakes
in front of me
ephemeral
beautiful
no two alike
though
all of them
similar.

Now
beer salts the thoughts
as
the mind rots
happy in inebriation
and meanings
intentions and
the rest
slide away
lost without care
for the rest of the night

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