View from above

I gaze upon myself
God's eye view of a parched desert
prone I lie on a bed of arrows
rivulets of my blood flowing crystalline
refusal to genuflect before fate's army
perhaps I pay the price for serendipity
Beleaguered still;
to quench parched land I bleed
for not a faint moment of quiescence
nor the whisper of a lover's embrace
has touched my drained skin
this is the landscape of my alone
the image of my solitude.
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