This is something I came up with recently...it is still a work in progress, but I thought i would share the beginnings with you all...

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He sits alone, holding the glass by the base.
Slowly he swirls it, the viscous fluid clinging to the sides.
The liquid falls back to from whence it came.
The lines resembling tears.
Mocking his pain, Sharing his joy.

Is it pain or pleasure that he feels?
Does it really matter?
For the cup before him
The Cup of Life
It is both. Pain and Pleasure.
And the prescious drink within
Brings more joy to the pleasure
And more Sorrow to the Pain.

He sits alone with his cup, contemplating.
Watching the tears slowly fall.
He stares into the bottom of it, looking for an answer,
An answer he knows is far away.
Yet he continues to seek,
He continues to celebrate
He continues to mourn,
He continues to live.
He continues to drink from the cup.

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Most of this was ad-libbed on the spot. I would appreciate any feedback?

Hamel

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Daedalan, in the year 265 AF.