I'll always be a bottom-feeder, because I'm content to be, I don’t like to fight, or contend, happy to pass, so much fruit to eat, alone in the dark, consent and acceptance, while the universe doesn’t care, is where I'm happy to eat, like a lobster, a life satisfied, caught and eaten, by those greater than me, I don’t really care, the heavens have sustained me, my cup filled, if it overflows, under the night, I don’t like to look, but it somewhat satisfies me, so many outside of me, when they care to eat, when spirits are satisfied, an offering to the heavens, ripples in the rain, so much is good in the world, so much is worth jealousy, sustained as a bottom-feeder, I could die in peace…

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