The undiscerning moment

Without food or touch the spirit falls to sleep,
hibernating until more favorable conditions appear –
if these don’t come, the spirit can sleep forever
but the slightest scent arouses voracious hunger;
this is the most precarious time, for it will consume anything

© Meisaan Chan

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