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Out here

I could slip away

Fall through the cracks of

Time and existence


By all that it is,

Unstirred and forsaken

Cosmic creation

A sweeping silence

That deafens the demons

And nourishes the soul

These are not bad lands



3 responses »

  1. You’re right. Your poem captures the essence of their beauty,
    and they are not “bad.”

  2. Thank you. đŸ™‚ Although it is an overwhelming environment, the beauty amazed me.

  3. Ahh….an ode to desert. I find the starkness revealing since there are no lush distractions.


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