Oasis Lost
Cascading dunes of brown
Kaleidoscope
of sounds
Soul lost under white sun
Imagination
has run
I vision a vision
of me
Out of reach
Disembodied
Searching
perhaps
for me
Or
Walking
to the
White sun
A single cacti stands
Waving in the
still air
Eyes burned and dry
Unfocused
unaware
I vision a vision
of me
White sun calling
Walking
passed me
I reach
to me
Or
Perhaps
inside me
Oasis lost
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