Mud

Imperative minds belonging to
Forms of mud
Formed by mud
Full of words and wind and sand
Move like music notes
Across the long desert
Of time,
Of love,
Of memory.

Where is that oasis that beckoned in dreams?
Where the distant promise of timelessness and truth?
Where have the beautiful ones gone?

The imperative minds and interrogative souls
Of these mud beings
Yearn like tethered clouds
To be free,
To know,
To fly.

6/24/15

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