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The Feast

Take a seat. Watch the wavering walls of a world you worried for collapse. Take a seat at this full table filled with feasting— the fools and tools, smirking, snickering and snatching. Take a seat. Make sure to avoid the apples’ glare. Be attentive, notice the passion fruits’ stare. Rejoice, as the grapefruits simply do not care. Why? Because there is no seat for you. You were the rice grain that fell out of the bag, shamefully swept into the dust. A duck among swans, you turn away from the table, never to be seen again.

The Feast

Take a seat.
Watch the wavering walls