Pass by rundown restaurants and resorts
Power lines cutting through an organic oasis
A single snow cap shows far up the side of the sky
Destructively dry
Calm climbs but taking gambles
Harmful hands cut by boulders
Writing phone notes that couldn’t fit in a phonebook
More meters for the millennial
Exiting and exploring when my broken being permits
My addictive aerial anesthetic
Fascinated by the failure for accurate articulation
Formations with the exquisite artistry of nature’s hands
No narration could encapsulate the endless miles of miracles
Salvation for an entity achieving existence
Vegetation in green plumes push through the desert dirt
Corrupted cactus or twisted tree
Surviving savagely
Says something about me
Chasing sunsets westwardly
– A.B // 2018
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