Dusk
the evening is purple red
and I wait for the music to drift in
through the broken ground.
i called, and though you were silent,
i knew you'd come.
Night
inside the madness a fire rises
burning holes in a sky, making space
for my future travel.
i wait, and see the desert you fear
to cross for nothing.
Midnight
it is all for nothing, your tears
won't revive bones sucked dry
in sandstorms.
i sleep inside a nightmare
with no refuge in hiding places
Dawn
it is not yet time, for words
that mean nothing to ears pierced
by shards of indifference.
i wait in silence in fire and darkness
to break through on my own.
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