NEED

I open my eyes.
It has no end. It drives me toward and toward,
restraining me, freeing me to BE.
Hungering, yet gorged and powerless to consume further.
I turn and turn and I turn with unfettered strength
to cease the flow of likely design.
Tolerating incursion of contemplation for my own selfish gain,
muffling the heave of it upon content.
I close my eyes and sleep.