We are all Hungry

Life moves along
With a zero between glow
Like layers of a dream
Sandwiched between
Your fresh baked dread
A slice of make believe
And a tattered memory
The recipe passed down
Generational
One cup of imagined outcomes
A dash of hope
Variety is the spice of strife
What’s your flavor?
In deep hunger
We get lost
As it gnaws on the mind
So the thoughts slip out
You talk
To yourself
No soul goes
without craving
A bite of genuine gold
I prefer turquoise
The nameless bond
Which connects all creatures
Unsettled in the
Present passing
Moment sinking