An Arid Man

Just picture a man

Who doesn’t know much
But has a heightened sense of things
Wielding a whip in his mouth, the man turns
Perceiving danger at its peaks
Nothing was filled with everything
Such a vibrant scene

The sun was setting
Conjuring catharsis
As if this were the final time
Another human being said something innocuous
Setting off those dangerous associations again
So the sunset plodded on, offering its tainted magic

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