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Oct 2016
Lost in the desert of my brain
traveling over sand
in the distance
emerald green

To the west sparkling blue
to the east gray and white
I dare not look behind
an all consuming fire is there

I walk and walk some days
never getting any closer
to any particular destination
as if on a treadmill

Then at times
I am spring-boarded
right into the verdant forest
with scurrying critters and singing birds

Or suddenly afloat
on oceans blue
with a cold drink
and bikini girls

Sometimes though
wrapped in the arms
of the woman I love
in a deep embrace

These are the times
when the words flow
seeping onto the screen
through the tap, tap tap of the keyboard

This is when clarity
takes me on mental vacations
and my mind sings
and I follow along
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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