About the night, the hungry bellow—calls
resurrecting at the drunk of dim
where laden limbs curl
up in moonlight breath.
Growing closer, louder! I hear it
moan out, pulsing in my head.
Entranced, I follow.
Among silver rock, a well-like hole
******* deep in the ground, pulls —
me to its edge.
My gaze trips
over,
collideswithblack
hallow's insatiable desire
MORE!
cries.
To fill, to fix,
to feed, to find
the focus of my mind!
More, more!
I filled, I fixed,
I fed, I found.
The more I filled, I fixed
The more I fed, I found
the emptier it became.
I became.
The hungry bellow swallowed
all, and soon it swallowed
ME.
