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A sommelier
makes a pact with
wine to
savour its knowledge
just as I
like to
acknowledge
my own
conditions.
In our pact,
I stand to lose far more
than I let on,
so my terms
are irrevocable.
If you were
to test these
limits, you’d find
yourself in the liminal
space
between
solitude and plentitude –
but perhaps that’s not
the worst place to be –
thus I won’t honour
the conditions.
Like the sommelier,
I seek sanctuary,
fire,
and a touch
of calamity.