the regions are dust here behind the eyes

the bone sunwhitened and porous now

the blood black and thin and clinging like a child

whose arms want more

bone-chips stick out into shaky skin

like so much thorn-of-the-camel tree

i travel on knees in a day

they softly rest on scalds of dune noshade noshade

the shadow of the animal passes over

under the fire on high

over seared and shriveled thoughts sucking

me dryer notnow notnow

an alluvial flow of thoughts borne

from me to you

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