Metaphorically speaking, he
Mistakenly looks to be
Three sheets to the wind—
Apparently a victim of his own
Bluff but by all appearances
Only momentarily
Carried away by his dizzying
Success, this rock-solid
Astronomically gifted
Over-the-moon poet
Might soon be seen tottering
On the tips of his toes
Like a drunk danseur,
Before flying head-over-
Heels οver the edge
Of the nearest sobering,
Down-to-earth cliff.
