we drink long into the night.
we talk
about
God.
we talk about our sons.
what work means.
we discuss
the meaning
of life.
the question of divine
intervention,
free will.
the drinking does little
to uncloud
our minds.
but we try. we try to
get somewhere
where it all makes sense.
where we
no longer worry about
what the next
day might bring.
we take small steps
into the light as the moon
sets
and the sun rises.
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