Reciting each shrill of resonance
Day in and day out
The higher power of your self
Had entranced you
In a circular derivative
Of your imaginary arguments
Posing your Reason against the hyperbolic logic
Of some contrived essence
Of some other
And this was your form of relation
To ideate friendships
Seal them in cellars of your mind
And let them age
If after the elapse of time
The concept had spoiled, then set it to rot
If it became something like a wine
Then let it age some more
And find a moment
To indulge of the ontological intoxication
At the exact specification of your conceptualization
Save the drops for the cellar
To age something fine again