that stillness of perpetual motion.
Sensuous curves slumber on
the clearest blue pillows
snuggling amidst a richly textured, glorious orange and red duvet.
dolefully resting listlessly
as my see-saw rock-rock motion monotonously paces forwards.
An illusory lack of smells, of sounds
encompasses my insignificant speck of fusty sweat,
saddle creak and breeze bronzed face.
Beauty and toil compete relentlessly for my mind
as the madness of the journey invades my solitude
and my ship of the desert strides ever onwards across the vastness.
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