I admit
I had somewhat to drink
Last night
But my head isn't
Throbbing
It's swimming
Or bobbing
On a sea of air
Tethered lightly to the anchor of my body
Maybe I can pull it back down
Tie it more firmly where I need it to be
I hope so
There is more work to do
And I am not the only one
Suffering
A lofty vantage point
Is useful
Sometimes
But I must see the details
And for that
I must be closer
More grounded
Not floating on fevered currents of air
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