manna from heaven
like retching up food poison
until there's nothing left to
take or give
you want rid of the destruction
that never should have been
and thirst for what was
meant to be
but it's all poison now
you have no immunity to anything
not even a memory
emptiness is not tenable
but it is necessary for a time
and maybe the memory of
what should have been
isn't exactly what should be
not this far down the road
follow it out of the wilderness
but stop listening like you already know
(that's presumptuous)
let it guide you
you really really need to be
careful
especially about where you are
and what you hunger for
it's not all manna from heaven
Copyright © Steven Young | Year Posted 2023
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