Hungry for More


You see it striding across piano keys
Having the feet of a goad-dess
And the legs and arms of a vaguely human person
It did struggle for awhile
Picking up stacks of hay
Begging for beaver meat
Polishing pitchforks for parochial devils

Well now it isn’t hungry anymore
It waits on top of that prison of
Shifting ivory and pleasurable strings of notes
Everything seems to be going well
No dusty room to choke almighty intuition
Then hunger finally
Bringing the vaguely human person down
Earth and its watery crown

The moon and all its glory
Seemed hopelessly distant

Distant

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