Smoke and Sand
They greedily grabbed at the insubstantial stuff
hoping it would fill the void.
Neither bothered to wonder which state was better,
the familiarity of emptiness and discontent
or the unsatisfying gluttony of feasting
on what could never sustain.
With abandon, they grabbed their forks
and gorged themselves;
holding reality and oblivion back
for just a little longer
while praying for a stone or splinter
to chew on.
