A evening walk through the desert....
A most common thing, for me and the people of my city.
For it intertwines like natural landscape, at times distances short and some long.
Walking through the desert, is where the world ends.
He spoke to me! In dreams.
Falling gently to the ground as though it was my comfort
A Rock for my head, sand for my body, is where it ends.
Prophetic vision, paralyzed by them as he verbalized them, as I lie amongst the wild life.
Amongst that what to humanity once was there bed, there source of nutrient, the way of living.
Vision of destruction, of sorrow, as abstracted acute hostile civilization an assailment! brought to our world.
To our life, our way of living...all that we have known ends here, in a desert.
Where the dieing sun rays paint pink and orange red hues, as city light like stars in the distance.
A gentle breeze upon the face, is where it ends.
As we're exterminated one by one...
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