A lone voice crying in the wilderness:
Make the straight way for the coming of the?
A dry throat stutters on an empty vision
Of milk and honey and desolate quiet.
A dry mouth falters on the opening blast of a song
To ruin what it left behind.
A bare sole longing for the feel of concrete,
And a lone voice crying in the wilderness.
I have these dreams when i'm feeling sick of unfinished patterns
That i can't collate at all,
Of an inward breath in a land bereft of uncrippled figures,
Of an exhalation, of the himavant, of a pulse
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