hungerless,
i cannot sit to sup,
only walk through byways,
breathing to cool
the coals stoked
at the cradle
of my hips,
bringing fire and smoke
to the cage of ashes above.
i stop to weep
under a maple
with a prayer
that my arms alone
will be enough
to hold my being,
which is empty enough
to contain
the entire universe.
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