WHERE IS EMPTY?

Is longing
a monster
creeping
in the veins?
Do we become its victims
while feeling
the affects of rain?
Or is it the appetite
simply a relentless,
mindless surge
to fill
the offspring of fear?
Searching
for the refreshment of sagacity
is a quest
having no map.
We seek
some ointment,
which will fertilize
all the valleys of the soul.