Thursday, March 15, 2012

Salvador Desert XII - Deception

The wrinkled waves
of wet air and green
dreams tickle my eyes.
The depth of their extent
is impossible to gauge
but they look worthy
of time. Desperation
undecidedly covers
logical thought processes.
The waves I crave remain
far at bay no matter
how many miles I walk.
At least I'm still heading east.

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