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Feel the darkness rise
and ask of it, "What are you?"

"I am hunger," it says,
in an eerie whisper.

"Do you need to feed?"
"No, I am Hunger,

"I am empty, I must be filled"
"Filled with what?"

"Whatever you don't have."
and silently, it slips away.

1/30/03

© Huw Powell
humanthoughts.org

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