Wispy mesquite trees fanning sides of buildings
erected in the arid desert framework.
Life dwells intelligently alone on an oasis,
becoming the beginning, parading heaven-sent
through all-consuming desires.
Fragrantly passing messages throughout eternity,
living on the edges of misspent hopes.
All truth belying the requests hidden behind lips
of quiet solitude.
Re-attempting to become again the salt of the
earth without first dying.
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