in the wilderness of the desert
in the dust that fills my eyes
and my nostrils and fills my mouth too
you stand, sing
a beautiful voice calling unto me
to guide me?
to tell me to turn back, pleading?
I can only feel the taste of sand between my teeth
as I wade through this dirty fog
fighting what I would call demons
only because I am too scared to call them what they truly are
who they truly are
they are too familiar
their blows hit like mine
their shrieks can’t be discerned from mine
you continue singing
calling
asking the mad man to stop fighting
to stop hurting
everyone
himself
the voice keeps calling, seeking stop the madness
trying to guide into the light
the madman that can’t stop
fighting and cussing himself
and gouging out his eyes
because they continue shed tears
I hear the voice fading
and I know not if you stopped singing
or if I drowned in the desert
or I have become not only blind
but deaf
and the dirty fog continues to blind
and deafen me
Kambai, words and thoughts 