under low clouds
filled with rain
i feel
filled with yeast
fermenting
under grey sky
just one step
from being vinegar
each moment
a danger in myself
fighting fruitflies
trying to be calm
but all moves
inside, emotion,
sweetness and acid
and the wine
takes its time
to mature
when the rain comes
there is a promise
of dilution
and release
from pain
and fullness of self
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