O Wild State of Drunkeness

Gaily rises the bottle
with salt and lime
itself emptied, me self empty

Gaily rises me soul
as me mind moves
slowly asleep

Gaily rises I
me mind melted ice
and imprisoned inners freed

Gaily I rise
moving magnificently,
mourning as the dawn breaks

Gaily rays of light crash
on that which itself hid
in the nocturnal nebulous

Gaily rises me guilt
as me mind awoke
and passions receded

Gaily I rose and
Gaily I fell and
Gaily rises the guilt
now Gaily triumphant!

by Anthony Borrow, S.J.