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Without really understanding each other we feed off each other, without intention we will leave bits of ourselves in the minds of others, as we too receive from others, sometimes for better sometimes for worse.
When i wrote the poem i was imagining that this desert is like a plateau in our consciousness where by it will take and consume anything that comes through it. This subconscious desert goes through cycles where it flourishes anew, consumes all, and returns to desert once again, in the most heartless and selfish way. We too digest things both mentally and physically, we outgrow things and out think things. In this way then if the ground is like that desert than we are the flourishing moments, we are the heart and the substance.
The desert
Swirling dust storms,
windswept clouds,
leave parts of themselves as they disintegrate,
drinks the rain,
consumes the plain,
then like a narcissistic lover she waits,
to do it all again,
you call it love,
I call it pain,
but that’s so typical of you.
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