I am the itch in your teeth.
The reason you pace at midnight.
The pulse behind your prayers,
your protests,
your quiet undoing.
I am not good.
I am not evil.
I am the tilt in your compass.
The knock at your ribs that says,
More. Again. Elsewhere.
I drove you to touch the flame,
to bite the fruit,
to cross the sea with nothing but hunger…
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