You find what cannot be found.
You stay with what cannot be bound.
You see oceans in a drop of rain.
You feel the sun in a dying flame.
Walking through the desert with the jackals at your side,
straying through loneliness and no place to hide.
You still see the oasis you are longing for, or even a blooming shore.
But all you are is your imaginations own whore.
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