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By Micah Towery 

For you, listener, 
I’ve gathered up these leavings from my time 
of unseasoned delirium. 

These were the hopes with which
I fed my agitated heart.
Often I was distracted by cocky hope or basically 
despair. 

If you knew me then, I’m sorry. 
And those who sympathize, I know you’ll forgive me.

Probably I was laughed at. 
My heart clenches with shame. 
I was unhinged by all that 
shuffle.

Reader, 
taste this restlessness and look 
for hope’s true action, change.