(not) finite.
(you) misapprehend my hunger.
here. hold your hand to the night sky
to measure its depth
by reach
or
close your fingers
around the stars
and
tell me
how many
you can hold
tell me
the distance between the darkness,
your captured stars,
and my
hunger.
tell me
you already had this dream
that the sky
is no darker
than the belly
of my beast.
tell me
you understand that submission
and salvation
can both be found
on your knees