A Wizened Desperation

© 1998 Diggs Sexton
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The desert didn't die.
Dusk disguised it in darkness,
while winds of despair whipped dunes
in wicked delight.
The serpent and scorpion stayed silent
as dust demons did a devilish dance.
Withering dryness weathered the drifter.
Surrealistic sounds of shifting sand shaped silhouettes
on the shadow of his spirit.
The dark desert won the war of wits,
while dreams of destitution dwelled,
dithering in duration within,
sustaining sordid welcome for deep slumber.
Destiny waited.
His soul wandered ... doomed.

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