Dusk breathes heavy on bare arms
Inhales weariness in bones
To caulk hollow cells anew.
Pink feathers canopy
Sweeping above, effortlessly stowing water
Sustaining life on land cracked in thirst.
My parched skin screams
A relentless itching for every craving
Relief lies on sand beneath the ocean’s breadth
On the mountain’s anterior
Inside the undeveloped tulip bulb
Just beyond my clawing fingers
I am discontent in the most content way
My steady pace sings the sun to sleep
And desire emerges in distant proximity with the stars
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