The dust that billows
Round my feet
Leads me astray
Coming in contact
with my other self
Watching the dance
Of wind and object
Cause a revelation or two
Still uncertainly as time
Allows past, present, future
Allusions to swallow dreams
This road this dusty road
Goes on forever
Taking me blinded across
A landscape feared not of death
But of dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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