The Fruit of An Invisible Tree

often have i starved for stars as i have seen them hang delicious as nocturnal nounlings. famished how you gleam in taste desired upon the thin mouth of my inward eyes. nebulas are sweet in counting within the chamber of the throat. how often when the bread was thin and butter non-existent in days of empty childhood space of smooth tables washed of the suggestions of crumbs. i looked out the frosted cold windows of my simple habitation. Infinities how you fill up oh stars… how you minister to my secret hunger plump like fruit on the transparent limbs of the infinite invisible tree of the cosmos. unfed knowledge is its own rich pudding as my stomach growls as a kitten in teacup .. .