Starting clean from tabula rasa,
incipient limbs and vertiginous ends:
My dynamo in the desert,
My czarist project, dam
Of reclamation, in hopes that the savannah answers
With canted bridges and rutted roads,
asphalt rings mellifluous.

There shantytowns of autosuggestion - gestating, growing,
searches for a prophesy of sedentary bleakness,
staying a vaporous mirage.