I Feed

Homage To Emily 9

I feed
On former poets
Who knew only
Part themselves
When from themselves
They departed

I consume 
to consummate
what was not yet
and what will be 
when I part from long
and short of me

the rolling span
from them into me
and from me beyond
is fathomless
as the air which too
is temporary

We are fallible 
Feast of fallible feasters
Savory and unsavory
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