The desert called me,
promising with a voice
of a growing sandstorm,
to quash my hunger
with wonders and exuberant sufferings.
I came among the ever-changing,
unchanging dunes,
the crumbling hillsides,
far from the falling world of men,
to where life is a piece of grass
withering between stones,
the footsteps of a lizard
being hidden by sand.
The Moon a white orb
over the undulating hills of sand
on cold nights,
the Sun a blazing presence
that evaporates water,
thought and sin alike.
The two eyes of God.
The promise of long, lone struggles,
with vast visions coming like
lost caravans from the depths
of creation, looming
over sanity.
09.06.2013
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