Oh, God, this ache,
this sacrifice;
the hunger burns like a torch
carried from ***** to ***** by my crawling blood.
I envy the others their easy lives
I envy their books of subtle hints
of words so easily changed and ignored
because there is no power greater than permanence,
no substance harder than the diamond
used to carve the words into my soul -
I would pay the Earth for the luxury of ignorance,
would give all to not know of power
to not know of fear
to not know of belief;
God, I just want to eat.