Threading Hunger's Needle

Threading Hunger’s Needle by Odin Roark Acumen's voice smolders quietly When deafened ears respond only To discords of witlessness. Perception's heat invites comfort, Its embers remaining alive, Its wake of constant resolve Lifts vigils of swirling persuasion, Choking away illiteracy, Ignoring cross or sickle waved ominously. Ever present, creation’s insight Remaining airborne in a void for those With causeless breath being held, Affecting not its surroundings, Forever stale within ether locked, Where roiling chasms of fear Exude odiferous spoilage, Rotting, Polluting, Repelling. Such misery holds steady, Amidst the multitudes’ repeated indulgences of flesh, Where masses’ quintessential reptilian skin long overdue for shedding remain stagnant. But cling it will, This resistance to reflection and growth, Feeling falsely safe in unknowing The rewards of philological pondering, Literature’s sign and verbal, Touch and smell, Eye and ear, An all-sensitive motion Making ready transference from literal To one’s personal ethereal possession. For some… A chosen distance remains preferred. A huddled observation from Deep in the abyss of ignorance, Convinced personal importance is to perish alone Amidst a cacophony of unresolved noise. Always close by, however… Wisdom’s whisper continues to nurture hunger’s tenacity, Knowing a needle unthreaded is of little use.