Blessed libations
To soothe the tongue
Cracked lips, burning
Chapped by the wind
Through sand, and rain
A monsoon of ruts
Sore, is my body
Exhausted, and numb
Hard drives, forward
Bombarded by dead ends
A new complication
At every cross road
An uphill battle
Lost to the land
A traveling bandit
On the run, again
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