Here I am again.
This time without words.
Wondering what is next.
Wandering in this desert.
The landscape is uncertain.
It stretches out blank,
Devoid of life it seems.
Til I sit and watch.
The snake, the scorpion,
All is death, and yet,
This is the place we enter.
Stay and see what meaning
We might make of nothing.
Yet isn't this how the world began?
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