Her toes awash with dusty mist
Footsteps. Silence
The desert ate her inside out
Swallowed up her chaos
Vastness sometimes halts the moon
The horizon line abundance
The magic carpet of the West
Wove itself of footpath threads
Rolled out and beaten clean
Presence
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 10:30 PM UTC
Her toes awash with dusty mist
Footsteps. Silence
The desert ate her inside out
Swallowed up her chaos
Vastness sometimes halts the moon
The horizon line abundance
The magic carpet of the West
Wove itself of footpath threads
Rolled out and beaten clean
Presence