Desert Dweller

If life is a cycle, then
it begins at the end
and ends at the beginning.

I can strike something,
but if I miss the mark,
isn’t it also called a  strike? 

Stillness is disrupted
by the movement
of my lips, tongue, and breath.

By the time the word is spoken,
the first syllable of future
is past.

By reading aloud
the word silence,
I destroy it.

© 2026 Bruno Talerico
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