Hunger
John R Lee

A single silent gunfire by a diligent hunter
rumbles the heaven. Nestled ravens fluster.
An insomniac suffers from the intense hunger.
looks for coppers and silvers. Let them cluster.
An ascetic in my very deep was a genuine guy.
Yet hadn't drunk or swallowed of any basics.
Brimmed over with the emptiness, lost appetite.
Kissed petty junks as a daily duty, nil dainty.
A day after a day, a series of hardships.
Bear up and endure, but for what glory?
Digged into the texts, but ever grasped nothing.
How myopic myself, a meter away is blurry
Pursuit of knowledge, hunger was alleviated.
As much as I was plunged into, I was alienated.

A mountain I climb, an abyss I dive.
A highway I drive, or maybe somewhere else.
Befriend solitude, sip lone he provides.
Get tipsy with it, my mental got messed.
I trail the truth. The truth hitherto unfound.
Every single 'me' already long been palled up
with forlornness and quaffed up amount.
About to stupor. About to be marred up.
The harsh way, nothing but the glory at the finish line.
Or probably no grace at all either. How vain?
As yesterday passed away, crying for a minute time,
left nothing. His flesh? His blood? Artery or vein?
A journey after truth usually ends up with a tragedy.
Even Einstein died as a sequester, practically.

Hypno blessed me. A benediction by Demeter.
Ran away is insomnia, but still amidst torment.
Still taking a lonely journey a meter by a meter.
A pace by a pace, without a single comrade,
except solitude who is not in solitude in fact.
who's a friend of all mono-sapienses guiding to veritas.
Just at the entrance am I of the ancestors' path.
Glances are my eyes. Glitters are my retinae.
A glutton I am suffering from a hunger pain.
Scholar-holic myself munches neurons up.
Have no ambition; just a little dream to attain.
No matter how tragic it'd be, to get along
as whom I regarded, and as whom I have respected
and as whom I revered, and as whom I have venerated.


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