A dry mouth in the desert sand,
thirsting for words,
searching the land,
rearing against his chains -
the centaur, eyes toward heaven,
helas, heaven remains -
closed -
empty is his soul,
laid bare for all to see -
a well, dried up and lost, is he.

Sydney Krivenko
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( P.S. This is my explanation of my long absence on this site)