I Thirst

Rudyard Fearon
Lost Tongues, 2013.

I thirst
for the desert
that flourishes
in Luther's soul;
the winter-worn tree
that roots in
long gone spring.

I thirst
for the dusty sea
that awaits
in its nakedness
the corpse
of my mind.

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