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I taste the liquor
Of descendent divinity
What is it? It is like the Tao
It cannot be named and it is
A mystical portion of evolution
It is the spirit brewed in Man
The soul in the girl child
That is too sensitive for life
Life in her cruelty and brutality
I taste the water
Of lifetimes, of the infinite
And smell the fragrance
Of forever, scooped in pearl
Inebriate of air I am,
Reeling, through an endless
Encounter with seasons
That I am so intimate with
I can nearly get drunk
On golden bees and lilac sunsets
It’s enough to be alive
Some days, no need to be a saint
I taste liquor on the breath
Of youth in an old body
Like mine, leaning against the sun!
Wuji Seshat 