Now who would draw the boundaries of life
with such a feeble quill as memory?
The shoreline is a spit of sand beside
the vastness of our passions when set free.
You speak of kegs, but what of mug and glass?
The joy spills shapeless, fluid and carefree
into the vessel suited to the tastes
of any hand-selected company.
If rum and wine and whiskey aren't for you,
might I suggest a spiced darkbrew or three?
The beverage world flows over with skilled hands
prepared to mix a drink which will agree.
But if you must pursue the straight-edged path-
that narrow strip of knowability-
I take upon myself the noble task
of finishing the extras left for me.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Daedalan, in the year 957 AF.