Why are we drawn
to lust,
to the hunger of flesh,
to devour food
as if the body remembers
a hunger older than time?
Because we are soil!
And we desire
grain,
flesh,
which too rise
from soil.
Like calls to like.
Atoms seek atoms.
The universe obeys
its own silent gravity.
Our lust,
and longings
die
when we return
to the dust
we came from.
But even then,
it’s not over.
Our atoms will scatter
into soil,
into seeds,
into skins.
And somewhere,
in someone,
they will long
again.
Not with our name,
but with our echo.
Maybe, the bodies you see
are echoes,
of echoes,
of echoes...
of echoes…
…
..
.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM UTC
Why are we drawn
to lust,
to the hunger of flesh,
to devour food
as if the body remembers
a hunger older than time?
Because we are soil!
And we desire
grain,
flesh,
which too rise
from soil.
Like calls to like.
Atoms seek atoms.
The universe obeys
its own silent gravity.
Our lust,
and longings
die
when we return
to the dust
we came from.
But even then,
it’s not over.
Our atoms will scatter
into soil,
into seeds,
into skins.
And somewhere,
in someone,
they will long
again.
Not with our name,
but with our echo.
Maybe, the bodies you see
are echoes,
of echoes,
of echoes...
of echoes…
…
..
.
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