more and more i am feeling the edges of me
dissolve and fade,

i hold my ear close to my stomach
hear the slow, silent seconds
the reflection of time lost
the fruitful moments dismissed with
a wave of a hand.

this kind of hunger draws
everything into its own space;
nor can we talk it all over,
have a calm rational discussion it seems

there is no reason for this, only
a starved dog’s logic
about bones.

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