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Sleeping in the Desert

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There is a road, miles of dust.
Unfertile, sandy plains

Birds scatter
the clear blue and aqua that paint the sky;
its clouds extend,
holding infinity.

is a corpse, clothed in a coat,
haggard and malnourished,
it sleeps like a fossil.

This waste is left with a mind deserted,
barren and rotting
beside the vultures that dance with the crows.

The beard is left over,
like the bushes, it continues to grow thick
through the twilight.