Out here
I could slip away
Fall through the cracks of
Time and existence
Mesmerized
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
mishunderstood
A Collection of Poetry by Michelle Beauchamp
mishunderstood 
You’re right. Your poem captures the essence of their beauty,
and they are not “bad.”
Thank you. đŸ™‚ 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.