Had a dream I was a soldier in some vast desert
of ever shifting sands, bone dry valleys ribbed
with hard dead trees, caught between two pincers
Orders from above, enemies like mosquitoes
darting in and drawing blood without leader
or set pattern, killing us one by one.
The sky was deep red and a sort of resignation
entered my soul, a feeling that perhaps
suppose one of those phantoms pierced my armor
and sucked out my soul in the name of allah
or his grandfathers left eye
there would be no light,
nothing to guide me through a faithless night.
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