I stagger, drunken, down this hall
I’ve no idea which is my room
For everywhere, things look the same
And in this state, I won’t presume
To know what I am doing; nor
To knock where strangers might abide:
I stagger, drunken, down this hall,
My mind on fire
And sleep
Denied
To share is human:
This image is incredible!
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