restlessly wanting,
I hear and follow
and chase the echo
I ache inexplicably
for a thing I do not
recognize or grasp
so I fill and overflow
with this: a desire
I cannot make real
toss and turn tonight,
sailing out the storm
of wide-eyed hunger
perpetual scanning of
hallways and corners
fearful of missing it
hopeful of some sign
show me which way
epiphanic insomnia
endlessly craving, I
wander in the wake
of a dream slipping
a ghost I pursue to
edges of meaning
and then... beyond. |