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Mohamed Bachkar

Drunkenness Mounting the stairs of grapes

With bunches of grapes
I sewed
My own ladders
Of drunkenness.
While ascending
Robed in its own cloud
The sky slipped
Like a glass
Which on my lips splintered
Into stars
And overflowed through God’s wound . . .
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DRUNKENNESS MOUNTING THE STAIRS OF GRAPES

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Drunkenness Mounting the stairs of grapes

With bunches of grapes
I sewed
My own ladders
Of drunkenness.
While ascending
Robed in its own cloud
The sky slipped
Like a glass
Which on my lips splintered
Into stars
And overflowed through God’s wound . . .
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Drunkenness Mounting the stairs of grapes

With bunches of grapes
I sewed
My own ladders
Of drunkenness.
While ascending
Robed in its own cloud
The sky slipped
Like a glass
Which on my lips splintered
Into stars
And overflowed through God’s wound . . .
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