When you know the soul’s hunger,
you know you are awake.
The night bandits release you
from your personal prison
to wander the streets naked.
Your quest to run from
an ambush of silence,
is loss in darkness.
Your hands cannot feel the air.
Your skin sticks in the breeze.
Thirst drives you down isles of experience
where form changes scenery in prescribed doses.
Still you hunt for who you are.
The soul filters its way through sensation.
The silence attempts to smother you.
Out of nothing
new beginnings emerge.
Where is yours? The question
haunts you as you run into the void.
The flame of night threatens to burn you.
A death star bursts into a super nova
momentarily mesmerizes the ebony sky
in artistic expression.
You reach for the color burst
and fall on your face.
Radio waves from Spirit signal
a rescue alarm.
Your heart jubilates.
You know your hunger will be satisfied.