30 Day Wine

Feeling like a dope machine, want to break me down
Snuffing the skiff on the skibby
Nothing more to reach me but a Polaroid
And grasping the grapes on the ground
I fertilize and I repent
I recycle and yet we forget
Carbon has made up, laws have tested
A soul to pull up and a string to tie knots
Keep the meat and realize the insides
With a samurai to knife his own door
And an Enzo to mark entry in the world
Herd a voice and tackled the words
A light to make light unknown
Things sprout while time graduates
The facts loose their footing after 30 days
Wisdom needs no warranty