- The popcorn seeds rattle burst
and blossom
the taste of vinegar still strong on my tongue,
I reach out the cuff of my arm
through a fortress of troubling emotions
for a glass of single malt.
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- I wonder of our Master's divine
intentions,
why we must die to gain omniscience
for just a second, a mere blink of an eye,
to see His beautiful logic
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- and comfort those whom I love
from the painful road ahead.
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