storing up memories beneath my skin
swaying across these long desert roads
with these silent feet of mine
padding a hidden rhythm day by day
with these illusions drawn long over my eyes
lashes to protect me from this burning sand
and long and lonely the distance grows
between these moments I may save as strength
but still I journey on
At some point I have become a camel
and the sky a sliding stack of straw
piled high upon my swaying back.
Your voice drifts in upon the wind.
and CRACK.
I am broken, back and all
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