Ahab
does the white whale call you
as it does to myself
silent at first but true
till in your soul it's wealth,
my life is a fervent chase
across the understanding of god
there to that empty space
where the tangles of sin are shod,
i plunged my desire burning
into flesh to the bone
all while death is yearning
holding open the gate to home,
so that there is only the need
to own,to destroy and then
the desire of the greed
that will rise again.
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