My lips feel the smoothness of the glass
as its liquid reward pours down my throat.
The nerves begin to loosen a little,
the fingers and the thoughts running
towards them, grow looser and faster,
as if they were sprinting towards an
unseen finish line. There is no prize
or ranking to be won at the end of
this particular race. The only thing
that remains is knowledge learned
from a life lived as a new one readies
itself to be freed from the womb.
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