The desert rolls up in towering sand. The spirit enters and towers.
No flowers grow there. He will stand and stare for a millon years.
Then the wind massages.
Down he comes.
To wander and stand .
Another spirit man to tower with the sky.
Some giant shelter to the passerby
Wandering rock.
First sand then stone.
All alone.
Sees and knows.
Reports his travails to the restless wind.
Bleached bones/silent vilages
Alone.
More spirits sent forward
And to return. Wondering rocks
No shelter or home.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
The desert rolls up in towering sand. The spirit enters and towers.
No flowers grow there. He will stand and stare for a millon years.
Then the wind massages.
Down he comes.
To wander and stand .
Another spirit man to tower with the sky.
Some giant shelter to the passerby
Wandering rock.
First sand then stone.
All alone.
Sees and knows.
Reports his travails to the restless wind.
Bleached bones/silent vilages
Alone.
More spirits sent forward
And to return. Wondering rocks
No shelter or home.
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