Ravenous Hunger

Feel free
like there was something
always hanging around my neck
(hand reflexively checking
grasping at the spectre
of what might have been)
lifted into the air.
A ghost of a ghost of a ghost
something I’ll never know
unless
(unless!)
I search and search
probing memory
as some idiot
blindly banging on the pipes
to get the attentions of the mad.
Angling to understand
what this whole thing might mean
to a ravenous hunger
unable to articulate
a thought.

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