A glass of wine is not what I am thinking It has been derived from the vintage grape There is an empty thought in my glass It has been discovered before I sipped it I leave the thought but it needs wanting I disregard the glass, there is nothing to it. I have been doing something with it, pretending it is happening to me. I do not think now, thinking is wine I look for the thought , and it is beside my glass. All I have to do is submit that pause, and see it This one glass of wine is careful and selective, try it.