we broke this whole idea into increments and fed it to the birds in the park as they flew around for a crumb of what it was that we were feeding everyone else; hunger for dinner.
now they're searching our eyes and our heads for the answers to what there was once was and where it's coming from as we've already told them where we were and where we're going.
there was nothing else left for them to eat so they turned towards us and devoured every morsel that was left of our being; our souls were roasted and eaten whole.
now we're emptied of anything well and well enough, there's nothing here to feed you but what i am and i'm not sure that's even delectable; you'll eat my hunger.