Parallel hunger,
torn between the dilemma of desire and morality.

We were so desperate for success,
lest we lose what we hold in our hands.

Even with our fleshy backs facing one another,
we still walk in the same direction
across the endless line
where the sun rises
to menace and bless
our selfish beings.

Why is it we choose to please
those we look down on
in envy?

The moon shadows us in veneration,
cradling us so intimately
in what we thought to be a reward
for our tendency
to run,
to reach,
to ache.

But maybe it was never a reward,
but just the only thing left
that felt like mercy.