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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