Struck by the contrast between the walled density of the old cities, and the edgeless space of the desert… 

medinah

squeezing like corpuscles

through the black capillaries of the medinah

the ancient spice of sweat and piss

of horses and sheep

the stench of human kind

since before memory began

generations striving

to mount the higher floors

to rise above the stink

of this shame in who we are

while the rest of us

have little choice but to ride on

wildly whipping our donkeys

crossing the road

charging hellbent, blind and desperate

deeper and deeper into the trackless

featureless sands of our lives

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