Words, like pearls of ocean, rest
Within me, buried beneath waves of silence;
I watch, I adore, I admire
The new, and the nostalgia, alike
I look for sweat through cobbled streets
I let go of what is, and isn't me.
A Bedouin, I trade unhinged, within me
Faces, smoke, mirrors, and other veils;
And when it rains after eons of neutrality,
I scourge the desert for sand and sanity.
A merchant of shining silica, I live in glitter
Nevermind the license, to be, touch or plunder;
Birds of prey, words of wisdom on the horizon
Or simply mirages for the damned, I wonder.
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