Half insane. Twice insane. I am Insanity Cubed.
No wonder then, no wonder when, I'm sober long and strong, a disease whispers and I do not know I hear, "It could have been, it shouldn't have been, it wouldn't have been insane."
Somehow, then, I picture the captain of the ship, tied to the masthead, so he could not bring his ship aground upon that ever-beckoning shore, the Sirens calling.
It is myth that keeps me sober, some life force which wants only to replicate itself in abundance. The dance of abundance, this will to live, this myth that keeps me sober. Amen.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 66)
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