Today was a tequila
(burning and rampant
ly destroying my intestines
whereupon] inclined dancing
from drip to shower
led death by pain
The morrow found
two (2) glasses
[through] which
finding new sight
was I[?]
A third day composed
from volatility,
whereupon motion began
[to make me move]
The last line of the quatrain evened
A wholly-rounded simple fare
Within a sixteen-metered cadence
Chaos muted to repair

Upon the apex of my pentacle
Inverted lies the zenith of my eye
Recessed within the comfort of a chamber
Simple member far beneath its fear
Simple laws incumbent reigning here

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Glacian, in the year 372 AF.