The Good Seed

A pang of guilt sweeps over me

then, I take another bite

Like clockwork, it yanks my heart-strings

to my melody’s delight

I have been given the good seed

I’ve sown them into the night

By starlit wishes, these good things

sprouted, not without a fight

Now I pluck my fill from the tree

give excess to those with mite

But rebuke from all around rings:

“how dare you eat within sight

of those who seem to go hungry

though toiling with all their might”

Why should I not eat from well-springs

which flow from careful insight

Should we lay to rest all Beauty

starve everyone out of spite



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