Sunlight plays into my waiting pupils -
A school of eyes blank, unseeing, open wide,
Receiving a tender caress and a warm embrace.
The lingering miasma soon dissipates;
The sun is left to beat a tattoo on a blank board,
Stifling without the comfort of the shade.
Shielding my eyes from the glare,
I traverse vibrant desert places,
Seeking shadows and knowing
That if the day does not kill me, the night will.
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