In this desert
my footprints
into the horizon
sunk away deep
filled with sweat
All that sand
looks all the same
in all directions
all the way
into all horizons
I get to wonder
which way is forward?
did i come from where?
which is the way
to get out of here?
I look left
or is it right
i seem to spin
faster and faster
or do i?
'Tumbledrought' © 2013 Rob Knetsch
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