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