I could slip away
Fall through the cracks of
Time and existence
By all that it is,
Unstirred and forsaken
A sweeping silence
That deafens the demons
And nourishes the soul
These are not bad lands
You’re right. Your poem captures the essence of their beauty,
and they are not “bad.”
Thank you. 🙂 Although it is an overwhelming environment, the beauty amazed me.
Ahh….an ode to desert. I find the starkness revealing since there are no lush distractions.
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