Wandering words, however grasped
Propelled ambiguously on fluttered wings
That sedates us from our forensic fears.
Appraised an aimless trek of a nomad
Staking a claim on arid land
Entrenched in fallowed, drifting sand.
In quest for sole sustaining terrain
His prevailing plea - to be untamed.
Compelled with the unspeakable
Celestial beams of a divine nature.
Given in to be girded
By the gravity of flight.
Purged within those fiery dunes of affliction.
As his blistered lips part - at times reality.
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