Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Salvador Desert IV - Desperation





My feet slosh
through the sand,
mocking the sounds
of ocean tides.
The wind spits
cool then hot
air at me.
I smell salt.
Just sweat. I see
nothing but bronze,
dead blues and watermarked
future graves. I now
understand why we
used to think
the world was flat
but I cannot find
an end to jump off of.

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