Sobriety at the bottom of the bottle

Clouds gather around my headdress,
as I dance to the rhythm of an unheard drummer.
Mixing a funky hip-hop tang
with the back beats of Beethoven.

I am drowning in my laughter,
choking on smiles while drifting
into the abyss of happiness.
Chuckling as I swirl down the drain.

Beating rhythm into ears deafened by the sound
of the trampling hooves let loose by the hordes
of swallowed souls in this city.
I repent my religion, forsake my forefathers, and
break the benediction of the blessed sacrament.

Withering in the sunlight, I crumble
into large brown bricks of clay.
Is this the way we die?
Am I dead already,
just refusing to realize?

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