In the desert, cut with rain,
there is nowhere to begin.
Quickening breath
insubstantial as disconnection
of the soul accidentally revealed.
Inner discord, retinal distortion,
apprehension, sensation of
something unexpected seen before,
My past continually fragments
on the ephemeral now,
charged with meaning
and mysteries of existence.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 223/365.
Desert Dweller 
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