Monday, November 12, 2012

3968. WATCHING

WATCHING
They've kept looking back, haven't stopped
yet. I've been walking this desert since the 
morning's blue light  -  and so have they. Who
are these people, and why? This swirlstorm of
sand around my bare legs is annoying and
hot  -  I wither for water, or the lack thereof,
and only seem certain of this : I shall keep
walking, an unencumbered man, and they,
with their camels and feeders, will have
nothing on me. This is all illusion. I know
I'm cracking up. Oh desert heat do not
leave me here, alone and crazed,
and - just now - seeing things.

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