Severance

Gilded sand whorls at my feet

A Gorgon’s hiss in the wind

The taste of dust on my tongue

The song of the desert unsung

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Dark thoughts imbued by sunlight

Myth magnifies to legend

Divinity knows no voice

Only the pains of hard choice

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Shifting dunes offer no path

Each step is taken in faith

The horizon will not come

But it shall wait for the one

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Covered in rust of sunsets

Endurance teaches patience

The clout of a thousand years

Reveals the eyes’ wells of tears

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Desires of men are bereft

Left in vain worlds without depth

Wisdom comes to minds of deft

If there is no ego left.

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This poem is written in vers libre with septasyllabic lines in five quatrains separated by caesuras and a rhyme scheme of my own.