Drunkwwise

Remember tomorrows, we count them relentless
Or fathom it sideways and settle remorseless
A clever divide in the stammer that stimulates
Live on the vine giving ripened to emulate
Magic that calls on you falls on me devastates
Progress that pushes me holds on but hesitates
Clearly a vision but feeds indecision
Precisely a precedent protrudes revision
A medley of madness that stretches the morning
And masturbates medically woken by warnings of reasons that resonate obvious climbs
To laugh at you feasibly, purpose in rhymes
The latter is all that can stand in your way
But the new sun is rising from spirits you say