They say its caught
Not taught
Like wild yeast
In the Bread of Life
Unlocking that which
Was Always There
But inaccessible, indigestible
Now bubbling through this dough
Tightening my voicebox
Squeezing salt from my eyes
Spilling over my head
Like the destroyer of worlds
What breeze of Blessing
Blew my way
For Mysterious Rapture;
Pulsing Joy?
Moving everywhere
Myself unmoved
Rooted through ripples
Searching for home
May all the sick
Catch this bug!
May the drunks of the world
Taste the Wine Sublime!
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