The world buzzed out slowly.
A first it was comfortable.
Dreams at night warmed me in their arms.
The sun in the morning lit the rug brightly
So that it invited me far into its own country.
Such peace
Until in the dry blue sky jet planes
Cruised like barracuda.
Until like a cat I unwound.
Relaxed, I drew a film over my eyes.
In bed always thinking
There is nothing more beautiful
Than the desert.
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