I hold my breath in a fatal attempt to cling so desperately to a moment;
and I find myself clinging so desperately to u.
Knowing well that even my thought, feeling and my very existence is at most fleeting.
Surely you are in this place.
Surely in this dark place your presence can illuminate all of the darkness around me and within me.
How, in my human capacity, may I understand you?
How, in this lame state, can I behold you?
Are you truly who you say you are?
How dare I ask the question?
My appetite, if not surfeiting for greed, can you provide me of my basic necessities?

May I not have too little that I resent you.
And may I not have too much that I lose sight of you.
May I only have enough so I,
in my consciousness and in my subconscious altogether
am wholly filled in the everlasting presence of who you are.