Desert Dweller

Time passes like a river flowing under a bridge.

Days become smaller, months merge into years.

Rapids swirl,

liquid power loosening rock and debris.

Time passes like a river during a flash flood.

Birthdays disappear, more behind than ahead

approaching the precipice.

Irresistible current

pushing toward the final cascade.

Torrents, streams, droplets

plunging beyond the cliff’s razor edge.

Lifeblood pulsing, catapulting

into the great unknown.

© 2026 Bruno Talerico

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