Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

am I hungry ?
dunno
perhaps I am thirsty
why I am stuck
doing the mind-fuck limbo
how low can you go
how deep
is the love of confusion
sounding like a one trick pony
galloping through a wasteland of myopia

be still harried one
use the lungs you were given.
half capacity
will not cut it here
in the jungle,
take a deep breath
feel the universe come in
deeper, deeper
feel the truth of shrunken ego
touch the heart,
of the hungry

I was right the first time
I'm hungry.....
I could eat a plant-based hippopotamus
of crystal clear

vegan hippo
in a pot of mass seaweed
water hole goodness

Mmm I really love the write.. I think it’s funny that the mind fuck limbo has not been more adequately described in some time now.
There is a poem in the lines between the paper and pen
Or a snarling keyboard dating you to not be eaten or go too hungry- at least : you are well spiritually- whether you eat in the jungle or of primordial ooze.. this is the good stuff.

thanx for the thoughtful comments, judih and jana...