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I've come a long way from beside myself

once out of my catatonia I stepped forward

catching up with me

then lunging forth away from me

now the desert's barren

the insects still and lifeless

no nourishment or comfort in this hell

the landscape scorched yet frigid as a winter wind

within this painting I am lost

I turn round and round but I am nowhere to be seen

I far surpassed me

now I am alone

left here until I wither

or I catch up with me this time