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Camel Thoughts

a camel
under the desert
scorch
moves as a camel
would
lugging all that
fat
laboriously fumbling
his direction
never fails
no one is sure
how he came here
why he decided
living in a
waterless burning
hell
would be the ideal
achievement
of blissful
nirvana
but hey
who are we to judge a camel
he's here
living
and
walking
walking
walking

-©Estelle Wallis, May 2019

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