The clouds roll silently across the sky
The road, invisible, blows my hair about
The soft humidity in the air comforts, consoles,
But what you hear most is the silence
The peace that surrounds this ancient place
Enters me as well.
The open desert, so huge and comforting, where all is lost
And all is returned,
Contradicting itself, so as to confuse others
Others who would not know the things that I know
But producing a deception to add to the confusion
To the contradiction,
It confused itself.