there is no full, only hungry

you grappled like a god for everything your not

it's a quick fight; and a long dispute

it’s everything vague; then suddenly so absolute

do not lay in contingencies

time is for the sorrowed

it is ill, unrepeated, untraceable, unforeseeable

or rather it doesn’t exist at all

only moments that pass

ones that rub our shoulders

shoot out our knees

cling like dirt under fingernails

ink dissolving slowly into the skin 

blurring what once was art; is now a fuzzy past decision

you are so sure of what you aren’t 

that you lose what you already are

what a sad facade to be

so incomplete and measured to all extents

hanging dead like asleep extremities

do we reconcile for our past selves, present selves, future

cells that multiply, rupture, kill each other to live

must we bargain, beg, plead

wake in suffocation of reality

bleed delusion

lap up waters of frustration

and to never be fully satiated with our reflections

it wasn’t supposed to be this way 

so I lay hungry, thirsty, and undiscovered.