to walk between two ages


one you are a product of

and the other anew thing

where you're automatically remaindered


isn't too different from the prophets of old

coming out of wildernesses everything

to say woe to Jerusalem


you're in the middle of nowhere

and the hot blazing sands are

up to your balls and all you can think of


is a tall cold drink of water

Living or otherwise

you don't care as long as it soothes


fiery nuts and impossible thirst...





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