A haze lies between myself and the ridge to the west.
A dusty yellow ora with the baking lilt of sterile dust.
There is nothing here to see except for everything.
The Sago-lilly high on the peaks
And the lizards that scurry with ease.
Rocks as sharp or as dull as a spoon
When no shadows exists then exists only noon.
A dusty yellow ora with the baking lilt of sterile dust.
There is nothing here to see except for everything.
The Sago-lilly high on the peaks
And the lizards that scurry with ease.
Rocks as sharp or as dull as a spoon
When no shadows exists then exists only noon.
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