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»Unborn Dreams«

by Abdul Milazi, July 25, 2017

The desert thirsts
Where sands of a scorched world
Drink the mirage of a poisoned oasis
Skulls and bones gather stone tears for cairns
To mark mass graves of unborn dreams

The sun never belonged to us
Neither did the stars and the moon
That light up the nightmares of our dreams
Winds of change
Change nothing in the desert skyline
But only irritate the shape-shifting sand gods
Demons become saints in holy books
Gods to whom our survival depends
Locked in the immortal battle between earth and sky

We welcome the arrival of chaos
And victory over chaos
The nature and the ecstasy of life
Our identities are tightly held together by loose dialogues
Asserting our individual freedoms by consensus
Group thought becomes “thinking”
In the quest for harmony
And a protrusion of a collective orgasm

Sands of a scorched world
Drink the mirage of a poisoned oasis
Skulls and bones gather stone tears for cairns
To mark mass graves of unborn dreams
The desert thirsts
Still

Written: July 2017
Tags: Dreams Life Philosophical Solitude

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