A desert without an oasis

I ponder over the inconsistencies of what is said and what is done,

wavelengths diverge,

collected through stroboscopic beams.

Hypnotised, I wander as if in a trance,

with none to call or connect,

in middle of a desert, muddled, without an oasis.

There is but a lot to learn and move along,

a single being evolving as collective entity,

what if it isn’t an entrainment effect?

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Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting RxC 272. The prompt is a word cloud of five words, “Entrainment, Stroboscopic, Wavelength, Hypnosis, Trance” and we were asked to choose any two to be used in our piece. Thank you Carrie for hosting Sunday Muse 251, where we are given numerous photo to choose as our inspiration. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.