He walks in darkness
Like a knight
Of cloudy climes
Under broiling skies.
Rent asunder by lightning streaks
He speaks
In tongues
And make belief.
Seeking absolution
From a life torn
By disillusion
A Bedouin.Careworn.
Astrology.Philosophy.
Mythology.
Oft traversed in a single day
Holding sway. Give nothing away.
Are there answers
A new destination?
Or will he
Meander like a stream
Forever in a dream
Of his own creation?
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