Rub’ al Khali

Days flicker past my eyes
landscapes from a moving train.
Full of motion sickness
I alight when darkness falls
Pull back the duvet
Tired, slide inside
The empty quarter of my bed.
Impossible dunes rise up to meet me
I am rolling in bottomless slack
Fingers reach out to nothing as
My heart counts 600 nights of solitude

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