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BARREN



Like a depression on the land surface
From sand lost to the turbulent air across
The ocean; like the droughts of the desert 
Soil that is stripped to its brace 
By storms; like a sculpture, the faces made 
Of sand ripples by relentless wind current;
Like a tired mountain that retreats uphill from 
The weathering brought by downstream cascade;
Like the irony of a lapse of memory and
Habitual abstemiousness; like the rivalry
Between the sun and the moon - the one 
Silenced by the presence of the other; like the hand
That takes whose abysmal ignorance gives birth
To perpetual destitution; like a once lustered
Metal that is now tarnished by the chemistry in air
And water; like the unavailing essay to girth
An angry water as it floods; like a begotten
Aberration that accompanies aloneness; like the
Mind that is lacking a dose of reason; the
Giant sleeps because he has forgotten.