Prayer of Desire

Hunger sends cold fire round Through my veins Desperation baths me with hot sweat Of despair Anxiety weans out of my face A fine shape of destitution with a sharp blade of eroding-axe I was not born into this My grandmothers did not raise me so Let me, let me fly on wings of soaring books Is it then that I brazen my heart To dare the pangs of hunger Is it then that I pad my shoulders To shoulder my fate past despair, past fear Is it then that I hold my face in my hands And look destitution squarely in the face With courage, rock-intense courage Courage of the crouching leopard Mentality keen as of soaring eagle Afopina that seeks the secret of the Razing flame knows too late The plight of losing flight Make me not thus you Cosmic Hosts But let me, as I take the pains Of the stinging bee, Enjoy infinite taste of its honeyed sap. Afopina — nocturnal insects of the habit to crowd and fly around (naked) fire and therefore have their wings burnt consequently losing their ability to fly.