Once more trying to put into words the desert.
Here I am,
out,
again.
The day leaving around me.
(Always wondering,
what is
around the next
bend
thought.)
I move quietly, quickly
with each step
rising.
I fill the sky
The light fades,
lingering,
and colour sharpens.
small deaths
in each moment
resurrected
with
a
breath
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