I started walking thirsty
An endless expanse
I saw myself on the other side
Walking towards me
Am I him
Or is he me
My body carried me
Not deluded by the dream
Thick wheat slowing me down
Sweat trickling
The sun murderous
Then he saw that I was he
And fled into the sunflower field
Tired of searching
In vain
I went home
Without myself
Saša Milivojev
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