I dream of spectral figures with ashes
On their breath. Do they symbolise my death?
In dreams, I walk solemnly along a bleak,
Deserted beach. I cannot seem to find
My way back home. I am forever lost
Among the labyrinthine caves and rocks.
O I pray but my prayers are not answered.
I meditate but find no inner stillness.
I am cursed, like Sisyphus, to endure
The sheer monotony of futile actions.
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