Miracle



It is like

A sweet, crimson poison

Drop by drop

Sweetly poisoning, deeply coloring

Every drop like a

Crimson cloud of mist dispersing

Steadily unfurling its wings

Like a scarlet angel



The scarlet angels fly

Slowly in my glass of water

Gliding, envenoming this water

Molecule upon molecule: a parasitism

Sweet crimson turns my water into wine

The overcoming I have long awaited



Let me transform Let me transform Let me transform



From water into wine





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