Blue chains, Bold veins

There are blues in my life
Many of them
Sordid as a serpent
Multitude of them
Solid as a mountain
Spinning, Sparkling

Elite wines
Roping again and again
Enchanting of my crowds

I love them, lust of them
I love their pathways
When they meet me
In corners of luck
In senile songs

I can't speak them out
My vicious circles
However deep they are