Landscapes of beauty adrift in colors throughout
deserts cross my path in regal pageantry.
Spirits of the universe gather in myriad spaces
of nature, collecting data of past reunions to
further today's imaginative forces.
A rustic syllabus forms patterns of thought in
desert rains, completely independent of any
other combination innately brought about.
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