"This is your life...are you who you want to be?..."
My cage is plagued by dis-ease and triumphant
rage. Enslaved by conscience, love and lust
working holistically inside an ancient text
from whence my spirit found life. Yet and
still...hungry.
A sage enslaved to cave. What grace this face
to taste. To drink to my brink and miss what
did not kiss. The hunger kept, swept and
unchecked. Worn, torn, scarred and marred.
Numb, steady. Still...hungry.
Bound then unwound. I drown into unsought
greatness. Still...hungry...
~Moses Apollo
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