As sheep I count, my mind slips into hazy draw,
Winding thoughts tug deep where illusions gnaw.
Sketch what you dare along the cryptic vein—
It draws you downward through the thirsty plain.
Far to the north, ugly towers stab the distant rim,
Piercing horizon’s edge, stark, brazen, grim—
Above cracked remnants of a dam long gone dry,
Whispers of vanished waters ‘neath endless sky.
Seek the overlooked paths you’ve drifted past,
Will you uncover me hidden—or will I last?