Languid eyes ambiguous, far across the boundless, barren wasteland.
Deficient of any diminutive respite that obtainable, abides within the desolate mind
No thoughts persist within, memories pass and fade as clouds upon the
swirling desert wind, that dissipates the past, future hidden beyond a
distant horizon, not yet in view...

Years unfurl without notice, no concept of the passage of time, and it’s
precipitance to leave me here alone, to inexorably drown beneath the harsh dunes of desperation. A silent and solitary countenance beheld,
No answers to the query of direction.
Emotion torn and tossed, life itself subservient, retched and destitute,
threadbare and daunted.
Precision, indecision vanquish and I, upon my back survey
the vastness of night...

And once again find myself in reverie, and irrevocable reflection
Of you.....

Dean Evans
9-27-13