This poem has been rattling around my brain for about the last six hours or so, and it finally spilled out of me in full. Enjoy!

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in the beginning, I craved –
and desire was my first madness

I tirelessly desired everything I
could sink my curved little hands into

I desired everything the world told me I would never have –

and now, I have everything

I only feel ancient, tired, and hungry when I starve myself of that immortal craving

tell me that desire for desire’s sake is evil and I will show you how I creak like an
old house without it

and flow like water with it

and ask, have you never wanted something so bad you were willing to bleed sunlight
for it?

-Allēna