I can feel the numbness of this semi-darkness
Gnawing from beneath my already torn skin
It is like those wet winds have taken me
(The ones that crash into my ancestral village every year)
As they swallow all that is on our ancient piece of upland
Misty gloom blurring my vision
Wet earth in my pockets
When will I find my escape out of this unending hollow?
When will the dividers of my own labyrinth crumble?
I can only wait.
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