Mirages….
A thirsty soul in a desert place
Dried dunes dusting
Windswept footprints fading
Under a blistered sky’s sweltering sun
Heat as waves hazing scorching sand
Dehydration, giving rise to fevered ghosts
Phantom images of Oasis in distance
Desiccated skin cracked upon shriveled lips
Only the memory of water sustaining
One step,
Two, reaching, straining
Stumbled, standing lost,
To knees we fall,
Grains like glass sift into foot’s folds
Powered, patterned , faces in sand
Led by those, whom by nose
Grab and twist
Presenting false facades as faces
Mouthing words unheard in desolations
False images of heaven
The father as a menace
An angry God smiting like suns penance
Offering hope only through judgement
Believers, liars, fakers and false prophets
Chase that which you embody
In soul share and physicality lauded
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This piece is part of my book The Seven Thunders.
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