Drunk but wise

To Virginia Woolf

I wish I were liquid just to splash

after the leap off my balcony, which is not,

I wish I could get lost. 

Far through the street gaps and drains, 

running pipes,

drunk but wise.

I wish I learned before

the horror it's not it all,

the poetry can sometimes go wrong

but the feelings,

they cannot.

But while wishing for

my body keeps life and holds

the daily nightmare, the sorrow panel

and the anguish chart.

Isn't thus something to be proud of?

Pca