:::poetry
I’m walking in a desert, I come across a pond.

I’ve stumbled through a few of these before, at the last one took my leave;
My journeys longest way point as I watched the pond retreat;
I know I didn’t wander far, but no map was given me;
I can’t tell if I’m just thirsty, or if its destiny.

I’m walking in a desert, I come upon a mirror.

The mirror reflects nothing at all, only me;
Who is it Dustin, who is it that you see?
When all is disappearing what is left there to perceive?
All the people wandering are grinning through their teeth.

I linger in the desert, standing face to face with you.

“Who is it Dustin, who is it that you see?”
I’m looking through your eyes and you’re staring straight through me;
Hello there—you read me? You’re the only one who speaks;
I’m wondering about how we both wandered here to meet.

I sit there next to you, you ask me what’s to be.

“All those other people out there, why’d you talk to me?”
I’m not sure but suddenly I taste the desert through my teeth;
I can’t tell I’m just thirsty, or if its destiny.

I hold you in desert, I kiss you on the lips.

When you close your eyes to feel someone, what is left there to perceive?
If my eyes were open then I’m almost certain that you’d leave;
But with eyes wide shut some tyranny it robs me of my peace;
Maybe now I’m rambling: the future plays the thief;
It steals from us the moments that we’ve chosen to believe;
That what’s to come is something worth rejecting what’s to be.
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