Expanse I hate it when
each hour is an expanse
fraction of a day, year, life, history
I want to be fed
a vast expanse of time
and gobble it up
like a squawking turkey
just before it is roasted;
oh, I want to feel the burn of sparks upon my skin
oh, I want to feed the world my soul
I want to rush like Bacchus thrugh the void
I want to swallow all the air
in the entire atmosphere
and taste every ion of idiosyncracy,
and eat god for supper,
and I want to never run out
of energy
or neuron-impulse spasming my limbs
of fruit-drip passion,
guide me forth.