TRUE HUNGER

There is only one hunger.

There is a hunger like age and change.

Like a frightening blood, almost eternal,

like a wolfish silence curled within.

There is one blood, one malice,

like a silent wile bonded to a sea.

There are blood waves that ache the burning.

There is an ill blood, like a fishless malady.

There is one black sea incessantly beating,

a blood that evenly pounds at all windows.

and the gentle arc falls upon the soil.

There is one passion that cannot be uttered.

There is one power that will destroy all.