A Camel’s Monologue

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With knees so wounded
unable to bend
from so much kneeling
on the splinter strewn
ordeal of existence,
with shoulders yoked between shafts

of dream and reality
and hoofs time bound
I lumber, plod, dragging
the waterlogged life-load of desire
across traceless tracks
of the vast desert of eternity.

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