he wanders in and out of dreamscapes
seeking refuge from the nameless ache,
the burn of a thousand cloudless days
the tumbleweed of his joy blows in the dunes of neglect
vaguely rooted in the sands of discontent
blow, winds, blow
shift the sand beneath his feet
tumble him to the river of rejoice
where his seeds can bury deep
in the fertile soil of complete
--bruised orange
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