Greed

Relentless hunger
To have to possess
To see to smell
To kill.
Always on the run
Pretty two feet of mine
Finding fault in every step
There has to be a way
To a spot of glassy calm
So again I dare to run.
A piece of peace in my eyes
A knowing in my heart
That I shall find
What I yearn for
I am beyond having
Possessing seeing smelling
Killing.
When I find the haven
Of my dreams
With bark fruit stream
Sky and me
Pretty two feet of mine
Grow soon weary
Wounded from boredom
And bliss.
Then descends the need
To flee again
Flee to be
Free from having
Possessing seeing smelling
Killing.
But hiding in my bag
Relentless hunger.

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