To keep in your hand. Let fall
The ciphers weighted with noise
And save the manna at the center.
Set this aside to feed yourself then
Cast the chaff to the wind, palms
Up, for birds to swoop and rush
In, nourish themselves from
Your leavings.
Sate your hungry soul instead on
Only what you need and rejoice-
Your treasure remains, seed for
Another day.
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