Thursday 18 September 2014




that stillness of perpetual motion.

Sensuous curves slumber on

the clearest blue pillows

snuggling amidst a richly textured, glorious orange and red duvet.


Heat sapped

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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