Moment Hunting [Lyric Poem]

Seeking perfect moments:

in times of bliss,
in times of pain,
in times of sanity,
and when insane

a divine meal,
a fine strong gin,
the kindest virtue,
a dark age sin

falling into never,
coming out the other side,
landing on one's skates
in the smoothest glide

falling but not crashing,
running but not gasping,
finding but not keeping,
fingers interclasping,

and wishing for nothing more.

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