Hollow Hands

Existing with plenty lips and limbs and of eyes, large enough to house the entire head drags food in the orphanage, thinking they won’t need it appetite in need of a lock and the lessons of maturity every of his receptor is erect and rapacious hand in front, leg behind, mouth on site, all for a full grasp one who covets stones because they are mixed with grains the sneaking of this bee into ten honey combs to compress different benefits into one phase abdomen stretches and changes shape to accommodate the most of more contentment is pushed through the bowels no hope for this being as satisfaction reaches the rectum and the word ‘enough’ a suicide route of his ego.