The Clouds Travel On

The sand thirsts after which it will never receive.

The clouds travel on;

never pausing,

mocking the dryness of the land of bitter heat.

I have walked for days and days,

finding nothing,

no memory of how I came to be on these dunes.

The horizon does not change,

no matter what choice I take in direction;

this is the endless limbo;

the bridge between worlds

I do not notice my chapped and bleeding lips;

I do not notice the stickiness of my dry mouth;

Nor the burns upon the soles of my feet

All this for the obsession,

The mind singling out the nature of the universe;

To ever gaze upon the sands of time;

To wander inside the hourglass;

"We go forward... And we go back."

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