Spirit for causes

We sat drinking the spirit Waiting for the pauses Listing lost causes And denying our divinity . The spirit is all consumed and so are we both Waiting for the causes Listing lost pauses admitting we were wrong. The spirit returns, pauses and causes are oblivious, to our disgruntled chatter. They don’t matter anymore We are lost in the time in drunken stupor a pleasing state, for the bedevilled, for the demonic, for the possessed For those guarded by angels and seraphims. The pauses arrived, interspersed with causes Lost and otherwise. We see structure We see sober We see progress. But we can’t combine We can’t collaborate, We are doomed to failure So we drink the spirit We see the promise, the glow of an ideal realised We form bonds, we build, we help, we burn. We ultimately fail, Unable to forge together, to maintain the synchronicity We can’t do it, We recant the holy orders that bound us, The brotherly bonds of fraternal vows, separate now We drink the spirit But it has consumed us.