Drink of the Gods

The solute awaits the missing solvent

Inchoate alchemy yet to mix

And create the solution

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The solution ensnares missing charges

That attracts right stuff

For the stuffing stirring in the cauldron

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The cauldron effervesces

Each blob of bubbled plasma'nauts

Burst into the airs of possibility

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The possibility of solution as the fruit

Come to fruition

And life just pours out

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It just pours out when it rains

Open your mouth

And taste life's sweet nectar

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Sweet nectar nourishment

Take not cover from the rain

That provides the solution

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The solution is the otherwise immiscible

But collects ready-for-child-like giddiness

That embraces life splashing in puddles