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Rum Cakes
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Drink milk from your chalice
And water from wine glasses
Crossing your fingers
To turn them divine
The Rum Cake tastes just like
The fruit of salvation
I wonder if they'll fuse in one
When the gates stand
Side by side
So you sailed for months
On your driftwood vacation
Searching for hills
Dressed in black and white stripes
At least you knew best
To step only on shadows
As they are the product
Of fortitude's light
At the Peak lies a stone
With a cenotaph known
Only by the pure souls
Whom engraved it
You'll present all your qualms
As you bitch and you moan
I will finally groan out my statement
It's fine
It isn't all clouds
With festooned golden streamers
Or magma infused
With a cold, drunken night
It's more so the thoughts
Of the statue-made dreamers
and the closing of stores
as they sell their last lights
And the sinkhole before you
Is a wastebasket motherland
It glows with white flame
But tonight, turns to ice
Where you will be plucked
And hung high on the branches
A simpler form
Sweet and fruitful delight
Well, your bias betrays
And your pretense remains
And your presence saves face
As you pass
But, you've still got some breath
And the letters you sent
Inquiring, "Death is a practical joke?"
And we Laughed
Genuine laughs
The Rum Cake
Tastes just like
The fruit of salvation
And you will eat both-
You will eat both
When your
Burned
Air
Flies!
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