Over concrete floodplains rivers flow
nameless footsteps splashing along
toward communion with the godhead
maybe never to find more than shallow waters
or fields withered in the sun
Still the dust rules over all
one face exchanged for another
to stare back at the mirror with new eyes
false reflections given up
in sacrifice to something sacred
breathing slowly at the heart of it all
and dying
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Embrace the absurdity.
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