Into the Desert

The tent began to lift me as I dreamt
Cicadas by the stream increased their shout
But nothing stopped the spiraling ascent

I struck a match before it pitched me out
The nylon pyre fell without a sound
And left me miles of moonlit sand and doubt

At first I sat, not knowing this new ground
And watched each breath incite fine grains to move
No wonder prophets came here to be found
So I began to walk, no way to refuse

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