[You are] truly a drop of sun under the earth.
- Franz Fanon
You are the good wine Jesus brings out near the end of the party
Sobering in its goodness, we who ride clouds of inebriation to forget
Waxen and hasten our feet to the soil, only to fall to our trembling knees
Bowing our laden heads and spirits in the face of such sweet undue favour
The wine of reminding, the watchful eye of God stays on the wretched of the earth
We are never out of His sight; we are contained in this great dispersion and are worthy
You are that good wine, that rushes the throats of we who are on the brink of desiccation
The medium that is the message, a message in a bottle whose bottom we shall never know
The nectar the finely dressed sommelier of the heavens tipped his refined palm into our eager hearts
Oh Hermes, you you've hung up your talaria on the street poles of Bordeaux, have become uncorked
And decanted, your tannins softened, the messenger that has become the message
Promenades among us living mortals now, leaving an aroma in his wake, to remind us,
To remind ME, of the unwavering goodness of God
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