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Sep 2014
My Beloved speaks profundities
      and pays dues not His ownβ€”
while I, the sober fool,
      stumble falsely drunk.

Though His wine warms my heart
      and sweetly stains my lips,
it is not potent in my veinsβ€”
      I am not subject to it's dance.

I drink too little, too less
      for the drunkard I claim to be.
A venture into Sufist imagery
Derick Smith
Written by
Derick Smith  Brisbane, Australia
(Brisbane, Australia)   
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