is it wrong to long for longing?
i am sure that wanting is what keeps me alive
the days i want to die
are the ones i spend pushing things away
it's not eating that fuels me, but hunger
as deep and insatiable as crevasses in arctic ice
floored in infinity
in black trenches that split the sea

death turns you inside out
and the wanting becomes forever
becomes the space between galaxies
the tiny eternity between skins
where molecules fizz and flicker
death is a permanent purgatory
where we can never touch
taste, inhale,
can run forever
but only reach with and reach for
and life is wanting, waiting
and regretting when the connection is made
eventually, it all comes to want, and want more.