Something I fell in me.

What is I?

Oh… this I, and why?

Those ravenous wolves

and I their prey the mind

did cry and flee.

Led them here the fear of love.

Oh-

pray I for love of me.

The hell of why,

the fear,

the choice

to be within the infinite absence of time

a million meaningless moments cry.

I dine

devouring truth, the ground dry.

Saturated, gorged, and blind

the hungry wolves that hunt the mind

and I swallowed whole

what is divine!