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the sound of spitting camels at my back
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I start to walk (to trudge, to clamber)
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sinking with each step;
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it is not simply my feet
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searching for substance,
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but as my toes are sifting sand
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all I find is shifting land
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Bottomless
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this sandbox was poured
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(is poured, will be poured)
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here and now and then and always
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Bottomless:
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they call it,
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as their fathers called it
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and their fathers’ fathers called it
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wandering;
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before,
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when they marked this spot
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with a stone
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worn to sand
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which once was stone
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marking this spot worn to sand
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by the wind-driven rain,
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meaning sand,
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that blew through this spot marked with sand
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in this mountainous desert
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of time,
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meaning sand
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here, I am
Jonah drowning

But a kitchen sink to you,
is not a kitchen sink to me

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