come now
i have praises for you
about what you have written
come join me
on this table
i am eating my words
that i have just vomitted
it is not fattening
it is indeed enriching
this vomit
this acceptance of
i have committed an error
i have not predicted the way things ought to happen
i have not looked at you well enough
come
join us and you too shall eat what we are eating
words and nothing but words
but you can make the difference
with your beautiful eyes
your beautiful soul
we will listen now
you must sing your most beautiful songs
as we eat our own words
as we swallow our own prides
as we accept what we are
in our uselessness
in our misery
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