Starving for space
The ache opens up
The paths the light takes
Through the grey,
Clothed in white
I am ready with my lamp
To rip out the wick and pour oil
Onto your flames
Watch them dining on the dark
I starve for silence,
The cacophony of climax
When sun swallows night
Watching for cracks on the horizon
My pulse dips
The balance slips
Hunger yawns like a lion declaring territory
But this time I will wear it’s skin
Still I am only a silo,
Waiting for the swell when the emptiness ruptures
Praying for good reign.
Metanoia 