Pomer

litter desert lands
spindly and gruff at the same time
its tough and empty at the same time
in sympathy with the weed
I leaned my chin on my trekking pole
I leaned my chin on my trekking pole
I leaned my chin on my trekking pole
its tough and empty at the same time
spindly and gruff at the same time
litter desert lands
clog streams and rivers
the earth is more superstitious than we
empty
I found myself hypnotized
I found myself hypnotized
the intracacy of its network
in sympathy with the weed
litter desert lands
the intracacy of its network
I'd say the bush spoke to me, but the opposite happened
leaving me empty and tough, almost rooted
and across the path a bush, grey and green and orange

empty
what the earth knows about us
in sympathy with the weed
the earth suspects
the intracacy of its network
would fill caverns