These appetites fall on a spectrum

From the base to the obscure

 

Leaving us in the middle 

Hungry and insecure

 

You dive to the right

I fall to the left

 

Something aligns behind our eyes

At best, it's a guess

 

At one thousand miles an hour

The planet spins 

 

Our bodies both moving and inert 

Take the hits

 

Into the middle of the spectrum

We move in 

 

The hunger, out of bounds

Cut with the thirst of imagination