Hunger

Once my belly is filled,

The emptiness begins again,

As the distraction of my physicality ebbs; revealing a now familiar estuary,

Moistly moist,

But never to dry.

xx

Here, then, the longing begins again.

And my search for another place.

Unknown,

but always calling me out to sea.

xx

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