On going to bed hungry.

August 17, 2009

Words should not fill…

…nor should they freeze.

but should leave you empty, ragged and with a paining hunger.

We die when satisfied,

becoming a cold stone.

Rather than that beautiful, formless, transcendent

(                    )

But without that hunger for completion,

the joy of anticipation would be void.

Please, take me up here.

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