laying in bed, thinking

back in this city of hollow stones i've spent countless hours
visualizing. it's as far distant as my night thoughts that writhe
toward dreamscapes denied me by the stubborn absence of Sleep.

pyramids and hollow shrines. all tombstones, all relics of forgotten
glory. all homes to ghosts.

this valley of forgotten kings has long since succumbed to the endless
blasting of desert storms, buried deeply now beneath an ocean of sand.
still the Lost City's blind gods watch over the emptied spaces with
emotion akin to jealously.

here past and future will never part company, forever fused in stasis.

ghost