No mind occupied
In this barren wilderness
Desert scenes play out
No one to bare witness.
Lured and now lost in another mirage
Exiled, to the wastes, pushing on
And on, and on
The sands, they shift, somehow conceal
The entire frame from view
No voice, no pitch can carry far
Only the void to crest the dunes
It’s nothing spreads to nowhere
Fast—covers ruins and remains
Dust for the good and bad
The wastes provides the same:
On, and on, and on
Every grain of sand whipped up
By the wind’s fierce course
Changes the configuration
Yet it seems the same as before:
No desert rose to flourish
No champion’s palm frond
Just burning days and freezing nights
The waste moves on
And on, and on
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