My lines are creaking again
Like salt wind in my sails
Or a caravanserai of camels,
grumbling at the dawn.
This moon's face stare
Pounds at my blood, denies me rest,
The force of coughing shakes
Me to my toes.
But fires synapses, images and light.
Shut your eyes, remember the Sahara,
when I took my camel away from the other tourists
And there was just me,
the endless dunes and
my ship into the desert wind.
LMC 04 Apr 2017. (02:05)
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