in the ravenous desires of the day
that man cannot merely sustain upon material course
for the soul invariably seeks beyond the
safe confines of sustenance
to the lofty
and divinethe stone thrown as declarative
the dust rose as epigram
and you, the same, exampled
by feeding from the same strange stage
where, lunatics all, expel their cordial exaltations
that provide where all other forms of fancy fail
and the heart hungers
to ingest
lines aloud from trembling ink
(or we fail where our minds outraces the form)
desire to fill the spaces bread cannot sate:
a repast fulfilled
from passion's pate.
- a poem for H---- in response to a conversation regarding open mic nights and Dizzee Rascal at Huntington Library, 22nd August 2014
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