(THE BOOK OF BURNING SAND)
THE SOUND AS SAND IS CROSSED...
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And I boy awoke surrounded by the burning sands of time and truth.
A tree here and there.
Some shimmering mirages, some as real as the oxygen in the air.
The bird, the snake.
Life the illusion, death the truth.
We so young started our journey.
The sand so hot and some fell off.
Bodies imprisoned, bodies laid out.
Tags on toes.
Enemies in our midst, some so familiar, skin like ours.
Some in gangs of blue, Marauders in armoured vehicles, patrolling Babylonian streets, predators, and we the prey.
Mark of the beast.
Prisoner 42624.
Sand so hot burning feet.
Oasis so cool, water so sweet, yet man must leave for the burning sand is where happiness is found.
Family, fortune and immortality.
Life illusive shifting in and out of sight.
A sip of aqua in the hellacious sun.
Bones bleached poking from the sand.
Knowledge if only grasped if one is attentive.
So many die without a clue.
Successful in humans eyes, a blip, a blink in a cosmic fraction of a second.
Man standing on burning sand screaming...
The Oasis is sinking!
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
