New Wine Into Fresh Skins!
Renew me, wash me
in deeper pools open my
righteous, narrow mind,
for your wine over-
whelms, rends ancient seams, blood streams,
my weakness reveals.
Make me a new man
and I'll hold your wine within
my fresh, new-made skin.
poem by Steven Federle
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