Escaping the Desert

 
One day we must leave
the exit is the same
but not one of us can be certain
of the path
The answer
perches like a king
enthroned in silence
upon the hard edges of time
where dunes of logic
shimmer promises
to muddle senses
and trembling horizons
conspire to deceive the eye
At the place
where distance and direction
become equal
where good and evil
vie for our choices in life
beyond that
surely
something waits