It has never been enough,
not me, not for me.
Everything I hoard,
possess, obsess
Everything I am
Carries the signature of scarcity
I need
I need a lot
I crave a lot
I’m a beggar
A thief
I was not born like this
I was raised by beggars, thieves
From a lineage of scarcity
Substantial, threatening emptiness
for them, abundance is all about possession
I adhere to, I protect, I defend by all means
and hide behind
My possessions
status, money, things, sensations
I am possessed
All exclusive
Scarcity is ravenous
There’s no place for you
For sharing
Coexistence
Never enough, never
Just more and more
Of what produces still more profound emptiness possessing me
distracting from the devouring hole
that radiates insatiably
Into the world that was created for me
to survive
Me or you
My possession over you
Dead bodies lie on the path to my house
Any one of them could have been me
But I have to survive
My life is a fortress, around scarcity