Pieces of Peace
Pieces of peace
Slipping through my hands
Like the desert sands I crave
Fevered on the surface
Cool underneath
Moments pass by
Like clouds in the turquoise skies
Punctuated by sunsets
Fueled by monsoon
Torrential inspiration
Raining down on my parched spirit
Kissing me back to life
From my languid state
Reborn on the Marfa Plateau
Built to endure the relentless elements
Beautifully eroding
Over long days
Years fly by like the kestrel
Hunting for prey
Praying for sustenance
An endless cycle of perceived deaths
Followed by renaissance
On and on and on
For all time
Carried by the Westerly winds
My creative soul
Paces like a ghost
The desert on fire
Chasing invisible smoke
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