If it exists
It can be eaten.
A body that needs and a mind that percieves
Never ceases to breed new cravings,
From bitter seeds to fields of weeds
And entire populations.
For pleasure and the fear of death
A war for peace against distress
And harvests passed through mouths and chests
To pacify those needings.
Where emptiness meets the scent of flesh,
The freshness of unspoiled aeons,
The yawning consciousness of ever-dark
Yearns endlessly for freedom.
Its shadow veils the infinite stars,
Collapses galaxies and consumes their dust,
And for everything it cannot have
It holds a knawing, grating lust.
The dry and brittle bones of worlds
Stripped of their luscious, inebriating fruit
Fall from looking out with awe
To pits of their self too deep to see through.
A space-less shape beyond these dimensions,
A mind with too much trouble unseen,
The common core of all creation,
A child with candy on Halloween.
