As the blazing sun sinks away behind us, so the furies
We flee shrink to specks on our minds’ horizon.
Dryness parches our lips as we drift from the river;
Our teeth grind on the desert dust.
In the hour between dusk and moonlight
The desert’s emptiness chills our hearts.
Dusk, then darkness, and our thoughts grow cold;
Imagined lies speak—our journey has been foolishness;