Sitting beneath one of them
I think of you,
As they call to me in dreams of memory
Awoken to visions of family and connection
Laced in the opulence of some arid place
If even dry of thought
Desiccated from pushing themselves
Where I’ve run aground in the charade of concern
In the seams
where desert minds wander
When contemplating weakness—
And my skin has shed repeatedly
In this season of summer moons
as peels of endurance scattered all around me
And I wonder on where you come from
What it means to be of the same place as you
Where we face the thirst for content
In our different ways
When the wind and the heat are a song of triumph
When embracing the hunger and the thirst slake the boredom
I wonder, what it means knowing how the hybridization of
technology has brought us together
And I wonder, aesthetically, of what the future holds for us
and I wonder…
what you’ll think when you hear this .
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