Desire, rages like a mob
Overrun by the billowing fumes of its hate

It siphons the world like an endless black chute
Always wailing and wanting
Never fully sustained

The need lives on
As the mind is sent scouring

The need floods out
Every long winding train of thought

The need is a ghost
Ever-present
But unknown

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