Lost Angeles

The desert beckons with spiny torrents
cruciferous sand aflame in wandering desire

Rising plumes of air float in dislocation
as the dusty chagrin of the soil
denies their slumber

Swirling masses of burning dreams
coalesce the bright eyed bold songbird
into a kaleidoscope of monumental ingenuity

Daring feats that bewilder 
weary entranced onlookers

Confused yet awestruck
they tilt their heads
fearlessly begin to wonder
if they are alive
or
is their entire existence 
a mirage

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