Lazy were his steps; listless was his mind.
Neurotaclismic chasmmind find pain in memorandemonia
In confinement – self ‘n solitary –
there sits a child.
In age-long decades past rises the gilt Zimbabwe sun, the gutt’ral summons resonating – roaring – deep.
Its summer scene of hours passed.
I, in this inkyphem’ral
The wind-waves ferry only onward th’scents of wawtry wood and th’smells of rainswept stone.
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‘Ray’byun camels c’lect their stores in sanded, varnished vista.
A gradual, rolling rumble from few spots on the horizon brings a chorus for the dawn to sail its orange sunlight o’er.
Beneath the raised voices sinks the sound of someone leaving…
As if a separate, other person
lived a separate life…