Monastery in the desert. Cloistered here out in the desert lands the scribes toiling day and night. Such hot days. So little light at night. Living meager. Just enough food for sustenance. And water, Flowing living waters. They anxious to save the almost lost ones. These monks venerable each one. They save the manuscripts.
Desert Markings. Follow the way they lead. Cards played and spent Across the tables of sand. A scattered deck. Played by a fool Hanging upside down Now from a tree. Striving to be free He drew them down Face by face into Monotony. Water spent. The jokers turning wild And the aces picked up Tossed by the wind. Slowly twisting downward From a branch The desert player Grasping for a final round.
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