Beyond where sticks make a puzzle of space
and space makes sense of sticks,
though you can't see between them for yourself,
lies the desert
with nothing,
let alone you,
between where you were before
and where you should be at least once more.
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This piece provides a sense of connectedness and simultaneously an isolation that both beckons and repells, to belong but to escape, to be in such country and to be overwhelmed being connected without belonging, but attracted by an ethereal calling that belies its vast foreboding.