I am nothing but the insatiable hunger,

the catatonic body it inhabits,

marching about and pretending at life

I’m just a ghost

clinging to the places

I used to frequent

now all the faces

Are unfamiliar as I wander through the time

Waiting for a reason

But I gave up on hope

With the changing of the season

So hear me out before you jump to conclusions

including collusions with novas colliding explosions and sightings

divisions now fighting decisions providing insight

deriving from dreams about flying and hope overriding

but don’t assume I’ll be remaining here idly addicted

so tidily predicting fallacy infant mortality infecting sanity

injecting fantasy inspect facilities decreased abilities

know that I’m ill at ease with my proclivities

see how I resist the impulses of this

flawed and decaying form