Dining with the divine

Sprites of joyous revel,

Endangered by erupting reservoirs

Of acidic trepidation.

Tinted with incredulous disbelief.

When one stands, mind not the stance,

Painfully close to dine in splendour

With the Divine,

Fumes of gleeful escape

Take away the malodours

That lie in anticipation.

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-Oliver Redmond