“i want this thing out of me
this part of me, this hunger that never gets sated”

and thusly the urge surfaces
to run away and sit
mountainside, quiet and tranquil

people would come and go
and there i would sit, selfless
connected equally to each of the ten thousand directions

woven through the fabric of it all
i’d never find myself alone again

so i breathe and wait for my communion with the flux.

as for this moment, my time is still counted
metallic gears still have sharp edges
and my skin still yields to their steel

08/10/2008

Posted on 08/11/2008
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