the crunch of shoe in the desert rock
raggedy edged still after millions of years
sun-rusted and tattered still comforted
the trail winds through blown spires
devolving slowly and amassing character
sage, creosote, odd salvia and saguaro
but the sky isn't as blue as it was
and there are too many people buzzing along
lost in their own thoughts today:
what is to happen? where do we go?
the opportunity cost of cancelled dreams
abundance and the cost of economies
we step through mountains and believe we are gods
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