"Reflections on the Orange, Translucent Bottle on the Kitchen Counter"

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

Just a sip
as I pass through
the kitchen.
Half a little cup.
Harmless.
Just a little
because it still hurts.
It falls,
it lowers,
just another drink.
I don't need to
measure.
I know how much
to take.
Half the bottle gone now,
and it still hurts.
Maybe just a few
more drinks,
and it won't
hurt.

[osho]

I find images patchily pieced together to hit upon a particular piece of feeling we undergoes in an everyday reality.

Impressive indeed!