Writing Blocked Like A Hat

To Be the Wine (When All Is Poison)

When the draft
they pour is bitter
a poison meant to end you
in a dark and desperate turn
become the wine.
 
When an indifferent world
Is deaf to your prayer
whisper to the earth
I am.
 
And to the relentless
rushing water
declare
I flow.

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