The Feast (original poetry)

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These energy waves are a primal beast-
sizing up each other's savory feast.

Eyeing this bounty like a smorgasbord;
Revel in wonder at the treasures we hoard.

Practicing patience while taking requests,
until the main course is properly dressed.

Snacks here or there to whet the appetites,
veiled in these tapered softly glowing lights.

The headiest wine chasing the spirit;
A symphony of souls, can you hear it?

The spread is lovely from where I'm seated;
My hunger begging to be defeated.


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