Weirdness in the waiter''s cup

Where are you taking me, cave wanderer?! Leave me here at the foot of an orange, or take me to the longed-for grapes. Come and pick my blood. Hang it among the meteors. I stumbled through nightmares, they stumbled over me; I am looking for a sun, to hold it above my head, to dissipate the ecstasy of the night.