STEP THIS WAY

In the corners of the desert

whispers drain out

as sweat becomes

the turpentine

from unnecessary movement

 

desert flowers draw

on moisture in the air

 

bones lost in storms

become the crossroads

of the hunted

 

each direction is an

unknown destination

while the lost and stubborn

follow the moon

 

tears stain the shirt in

an inhospitable land

where misfortune becomes

revenge

 

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