Terrestrial Journals Iii
Walking through this dry parched land feeling as though I were cursed; or blessed?!
Tasting its malignant barren soils and enduring its parallels void empty winds
As a foreigner arriving at a distant city wherein, everything is bartered in an illusions
Being sold at the markets amid this montage and myriad of refractive delusions....
Short upon vision, and in love with invisible yet visible balls and chains; pleasure or pain!?
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....“Terrestrial Journals” *
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