Fragmentation is freedom
the desert subtly whispers,
grains of sand on my palm
longing for dispersion.
My body in the desert bliss,
tranced in its vast horizon.
Fragmentation is freedom
it once again whispered.
Warm breeze of her breath,
disperses the grains of sand I kept.
I stare at my palm, lightweight and free,
Is this freedom the desert is telling me?