where am i

his path intersects our own wanderings
at somewhere beyond this stark desert
this nowhere we stand

where am i, he asks as
he stares at the clock on the wall of
the dimly lit waiting room where it
is always half past

where am i, he asks him
self from the cell's window—the desert
outside is refreshing—here's nowhere
is better, i think to myself and
to dreaming return.

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