Famine of Spirit

Why do we create Are we lonely Is the ocean calling Or just an empty craving for belonging Hunger, the flesh we are born in Famine of spirit The ghost of suffering and friendship Our father’s eyes end Waves they begin in mother’s light, will flicker untethered Hand drawn we recede Dry and bleeding In dead ashes falling Fills us an empty phrasing for our longing Wonder the mesh we are shorn with canyon air clear it The ghost flows That flutter one way trip Our father’s arms dig graves that will spin In mother’s mind we’ll flicker forever We are born in famine of spirit The ghost of suffering and friendship Our father’s eyes end Waves they begin In mother’s light will flicker untethered We are shorn with canyon air clear it The ghost flows That flutter one way trip Our father’s arms dig graves that will spin In mother’s mind we’ll flicker forever