I am a bottom feeder
always hungry
but never rising to hunt
I wait for what slips
through more daring grasps

What sifts through
nets of obligations
and binding commitments
overflows from
wayward desires
boiling frustrations
brimming emotions,
hindsights and regrets

All fallouts from lift-offs
to a higher purpose
and a sloughing off of the past
settle into my garden of decay

I dredge up the silt
degrading it with cynicism,
coating it with empathy
anything to get it down
so I can filter it for words
that can atone
for my indulgence
and once in your mouth
redeem me


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