I am hungry in the dungeon,
Chemically enhanced thoughts refuse chemically altered nutrition, food if you will.
I toy.
It is knowledge I mumble of.
Hunger, a beastly word.
Thirst, a quench for righteousness.
Who will be the first to learn from it?
Rain creates a consistant distant drumming, interrupted only when the paint brush clings the water glass.
The living room television is distant,
Though not far when aware of it's whispers.
The ticking life clock is awake when my eyes are shut.
It is body and spirit communication,
Not essential, for the two take care of their own and,
colide when asked to be considerate to the other.
We are not meant to be in other shoes.
They simply do not fit.
It is possible however, to be a positive encouragement.
Though not always successful.
Most success comes from a distance.
Prayers will keep the needed in mind,
at least, without religion, a prayer will remind us of the fallen and,
in turn,
acknowledging their pain or desires will at the least,
evoke some sort of self importance,
highlight the ego in a natural way.
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