you are somewhere in the desert sprawled and clutching the earth backwards with your crooked fingers in the dirt
the night and the moon are washing you in the coldest blue the coldest color
the wind is scratching as it passes and the quarter moon is dumb and bright
is there no one coming to pull you up?
are those the footsteps of horses under gallant men galloping to your rescue?
is that the flood of the old testament coming to carry you off?
only the blood in your ears rushing through their capillary creeks
while the horses are in their stables and the gallant men are sleeping soundly
the waters are not rising and there still is no water nor will there be
your stomach is rotting
your teeth are chattering
the sun will soon come up and burn you alive
where are you?
where is this cold blue world?
and how did you get here?
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