DRINKING FROM THE CUP OF LIFE

Drinking from the cup of life, I gulp down it's torrid blue waters, they course and make waves inside me, my organs become great ships harried by the storm, tiny pieces of membrane try to man the rafts and keep the oars in place and it's havoc with this wild wind making the territory go upside down but they are hardy sailors and soon calm is restored and the life giving nutrients flow placid and glowing through me and I walk upright and pulsing with virility.