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The Wine
There is a style I cannot find;
yet a cadence common to all hearts:
I seek to find and to be found
in all mens' and womens' hearts.
Bitter love, bitterer infatuation
have similar pulse; both are pure
in their individual fashion,
but one stays angel, the other turns whore.
If you have escaped harassment
by those little man-made daemons
of Regret and Remembrance,
PLEASE tell HOW!! Has anyone DONE it!?
Sometimes I just can't even MOVE! :
the Shawl of Life, Oh!, Life weights me!
But Oh!, it keeps me so warm!
What a pleasant dream awaits me!
(It was just a small crack,
that chipped-break in Life's cup.
Un-noticed, more ran out than came back;
now I suck the sands to gather The Wine up.)
My God! This is superb! I have thought the same thing a million times with different words not nearly so eloquent. How incredibly wise this is. I too fight those demons of Regret and Rembrance and realize that so much time in my life has been wasted that I fear I'm left with the dregs. I guess that's why I pray so much.......
You have truly written a wonderful jewel here, my friend.
Jessica
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