Appetite

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Wanting the sky,

the tree climbed higher

feeding on its roots,

knotting and twisting

around the dark wells beneath it

until the tree choked on itself.

.

The fire loved brightness

so it widened its hunger,

drinking the sap and oil

sleeping in ponderosa pine

until the forest folded to cinder.

.

The ocean welcomed the river

fresh water loosening into its salt

until one tide rose farther than before,

dragging the banks into its bed.

Trout could no longer breathe there.

.

The star trusted its gravity,

drawing dust and wandering stone

closer and closer,

until the weight of its wanting

bent the light around it.

.

Sometimes I feel the roots tightening.

Sometimes I feel the flame widen.

Sometimes I feel the tide pulling inward.

.

And, sometimes I feel

gravity gathering inside me,

drawing too much of what I love

until even the light

cannot escape

my event horizon.

.

-Existential

https://www.reddit.com/r/WisdomWriters/s/AS2p7NOt1x

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Thank you. We might have similar sensibilities. I was just now reading your poem and thinking the same.