Desire

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An urge can creep up,
Moving so slowly it is almost unseen.
It comes not as a surge,
But as an unconscious thought.
Discerned only in the fleeting glimpse of a moment of daydream
Flowing through our subconscious.
The urge finds space to grow.
To build an underground cavern.
Unseen but able to effect the surrounding landscape.
And we feel it become a desire
And still it grows.
Seeking a voice.
Seeking a way to make itself known.
Seeking to become something else.
Until we look into ourselves and ask.
Could there be more than this?
Could we be more than this?