Digesting the One Perfect Cherry Blossom (Ōtomo no Tabito’s Problem Drinking)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 782

were  delicious so sweet and so sweet 
and so sweet and so sweet 
        and so  sweet 
    
          and so sweet  and  
so sweet and 
   so sweet and  
          which 
 you were 
of 
being  for  
          breakfast 
for breakfast  for breakfast 
        
 
for 
       breakfast  
   for 
       
   breakfast 
forgive me they   
were probably 
      saving for 
breakfast  
        for breakfast   for breakfast   for my alcoholism  which burns something  
a wise fellow saving for 
breakfast   
     were 
in the plums things like  
a wise 
fellow 
    the plums  the plums that i'm 
saving for my 
alcoholism  which you   were probably  saving you 
somethings like 
       a wise fellow were delicious and sweet
 
me less than half as 
    delicious 
         less than half as  
sweet but still so sweet and 
   rich  
         you 
you were  
breakfast   fermented plums  
breakfast for breakfast for my alcoholism

which you were probably 
saving  
sweet and weepy 
 i couldn't find the 
      plums 
to 
       drink is to 
    drink is 
to drink is 
       to 
       drink 
       
        for breakfast 
for breakfast 
for breakfast 
  for my alcoholism  
which 
 
you were probably
      in your 
delicious way so sweet and 
         rich you were  
    probably saving me for 
my 
alcoholism 
       
   which you were 
          in 
    the atmosphere  plums 
this place of being for breakfast   
for my alcoholism 
 which you were in the business of probably saving 
           for my alcoholism so sweet and i couldn't find the 
     
plums  that 
      were  
delicious so  sweet and so sweet 
and weep i couldn't find they were probably 
 saving  
flowers for breakfast 
     for breakfast   
  for breakfast for my alcoholism which 
      you  
a wise fellow 
 were 
probably saving 
         for 
          my alcoholism which 
        you were 
probably saving  for breakfast  
 
  for breakfast 

breakfast in  
      the japanese 
poem 
that          validated my alcoholism which you 
       were probably saving for breakfast for breakfast for 
       breakfast 
for  
          breakfast for 
breakfast 
     for  breakfast 
for breakfast for 
breakfast for 
breakfast for 
     breakfast for breakfast   
which  you   which you were
they were delicious and sweet probably