The 2 Thirsts, The 2 Hungers...

An eagle cries out the canyon, cloudless mountain. The wind makes love to a lonesome cliff-plant sun bathing. Shivering tongue licks the dew covered fern... Trembling fingers caress the suede-soft moss... Extra time gets spent on thinking while watching, quietly. Thirst & Hunger have forced upon Beast, true sight. A grey sky looms over towers, gloomy city. The wind dances with a news paper read and done with, wet. Aching heart compassionately considers the bus stop... Lonesome soul phylosophises commemoratively on mundane objects... Extra time gets spent on thinking while watching, quietly. Thirst & Hunger have forced upon Man, enlightenment. Thirst & Hunger to Blood & Stomach, of Beast, Made Man. The Small things became a given... Thirst & Hunger to Heart & Soul of Man: Either made Angel or Demon yet to be decided By his modern day, two kinds, of Thirst & Hunger...

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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