"Bottle, bottle, my relief,
free me now from hurt and grief
save my mind and heart from pain,
be my fortune, be my gain."
From the glassy curves there sprang
something drawn by my harangue
frothing bubbles formed without,
seeping from the bottle's spout.
Stumbling, I drank it in,
be it whiskey, beer or Djinn
"Spirits, seek my wish," I said,
"Fill my heart and fill my head."
All that merry drunken night,
all the earth was filled with light
in my simple hut I found
lofty wishes brought to ground.
But as the moon began to wane,
sunlight bottled luck and gain
mind and heart began to clear
and faced the sun, bereft of fear.
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