abacus

green gates of medina close
biting winds of sand dunes envelope
maybe morbid demons won't touch me

the abacus counts down to the end
when its beads will dance off the hot ground
scattered, towards chaos

no more clouds
bright judgemental sun overtakes the land
my shadow bids farewell

i'm alone
realization appears
like a mirage unvieled

no more words, thoughts, actions
kneel and be
aware of solitude