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Caravanserai Heading Toward The Levant

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a tsunami catapulted cruising skiff

skyward landing with quiet thud

across undulating infinite granular waves

formerly solid state rocks and minerals

optimism vibrant upon initial unforeseen

crash asper for test dummies

foundered as undertow fostered diminishing hope

initial faith for survival quickly ebbed

nsync with retreating tidal wave

pessimism dreamt fantastical holograms

farther from beached berth

immediately transformed into quicksand,

while off in the distance

a glimmering chimera

(the first of many) appeared

amidst the desert sands one mirage

after another falsely broken promise

buoyed drained salvation

quick decision decreed each man for himself

thus disseminating banded bruited "brothers"

condemnation, damnation, excoriation, fulmination

hurled at cosmic creator thwarting intercession

dehydration, exhaustion, ingratiation, jubilation

foretold merciless portentous demise

witheringly desiccating lovely bones of mine

no doubt raw elements of nature wrought

fate worse than death sans, cabin "mates"

lost among expanse of whittled quartz

across chronometer measuring millions of years

now subjecting one measly mortal i.e. me

to cruel unforgiving, unrelenting,

unwelcoming petty coated junction

blistering hot wind obliterated

fellow travelers convoy deeply

within diabolical dunes

eternally erased doom

awaited for 21st century explorers

to discover scattered wreckage

both beast of burden, outrigged contrivance

and starry trekkers, who vanished without a trace

a handful of scrappy rapscallion existences

blotted (like ink, oil, or other liquid sponged),

where subsequent seasons

of wicked bewitched slow torture

akin to being raked over hot coals

exception made for this interminable sufferer

at the whim of sadistic

persona non grata evil spirit

n'er obliterating diehard survivor instinct

a foreigner to yours truly

but atavistic primitive fight or flight

witnessed relieved whence absently blinking

this life married to indiscriminate

clamped, harried, styled devilishness

evaporated in thin air

upon tentatively opening myopic brown eyes

horror, twas boot a dream.


 

 

 

 

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