Leader, May I?

We break apart our tomorrow
Slide it into bottles we drank
Bottles we might drink from later
Tattoo our bodies with the shards
As long as the present is bliss

May we not make toasts that seal our
Souls in wine, in goblets, bellies,
In urine that end up trapped in
traps unused, may we catch our dreams
even if they die in our eyes

LARDO.