My desert,
was a blank place.
Animated by
random lucky
oases,
otherwise,
ignored.
When my
sirens faded,
and hope
sprang cactus,
I fell apart hard,
landed,
like a water-melted
witch,
on my own
long neglected,
hotbed of sand.
Each step was a
futher dissolution,
a deeper grind,
crumbling
into nowhere,
forcing me,
against my will,
to take a rest
in sifted
uncertainty.
The aching wetnesses,
muddy horizens,
took shape
only then.
I saw
giant totems
appear out
of my fog,
sagebrush,
rolling languidly,
amongst peaks
and canyons,
glinting with
insights,
fearless,
from now on.
My desert was a blank place
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tinkerjack
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forcing me,
against my will,
to take a rest
in sifted
uncertainty
Fearless
yes me too, it was like a fog lifted, a silent fog where I could only hear my thoughts. The sound of my breath was lost in the Cacophony of my thoughts, Almost silent warm sunshine comfort today, but I could not hear my breath in all the nose of traffic and Locomotive horns.
before I forget
Bravo Hester
Gracias
