I am slightly drunk my brain has lost its edge floats in a haze just outside this room yes I feel calm as the pink light illuminates the gloom and I hear the soft-voiced commentary of the day's golf re-enacted in the room below - detached, headless, mellow - and despite the fuzzy aspect of my thought I do feel calm limbs heavy well-worn and the taste of wine warm in my mouth I suppose I better go to bed instead of sitting mulling over the millenium of my lifenext poem