cheers!

[cacian]

in a single malt
I can shake the rocks
to a state of lock
levitate the folk
to a mode of sulck
undo it its fault
quicker then the stop
and return it solemn
to a pleasure mont

in a single malt
I can rig a gold
to a whiskey dulce
meditate a pulse
to a place of lult
and purgitate a dose
to a drink of waltz
and the folk is pulped
to a vie en cult

[Sampson]

I'm not entirely sure I get this poem, but it has a certain luscious quality to it, a sense of body to some extent. Like good whiskey, of course.

[cacian]

Sampson thank you for reading.