I need
I need

But twigs in the beginning;
piled high, unaware
of what those heights were for,
then set ablaze
raging for the air,
for the fuel.

I need
I need

I want it all and quickly,
the fibers – the paper
the wood – the tree
the house – the forest
the world!

I need
I need

Though you neglected me to embers
I still burn in darkness
slumbering angst
waiting to wake again and feed,
should you offer any more.

I need
always, I need.