““A Mystic And A Drunk The Universe turns on an axis. Let my soul circle around a table like a beggar, like a planet rolling in the vast, totally helpless and free. The knight and the castle move jaggedly about the chessboard, but they're actually centered on the king. They circle. If love is your center, a ring gets put on your finger. Something inside the moth is made of fire. A mystic touches the annihilating tip of pure nothing. A drunkard thinks peeing is absolution. Lord, take these impurities from me. The lord replies, First, understand the nature of impurity. If your key is bent, the lock will not open. I fall silent. King Shams has come. Always when I close, he opens.””
