Beyond hunger is

it curls like a parasite about your roots
tightening, cutting,
and you gulp air
as if you could get enough —

sit with this thing
observe its darkness
feel the fear it sparks

come to know it
so well as to
come to love it

into letting go
into emptying

and in that space
vacuum
void
hole

alone
stand still
and look over
the precipice into

abyss of infinity

and

be
come
a
part
of
a
w
hole