Laved in omneity of desert walls
together with the blue;
we stride, surrounded on all sides.
I thank You, Father, Mother and Action,
because you are yet found in syllables
and in sand grains.
Every seed on the wind is an arrival of hands in hand;
autos de fe lie in wait at every portent bend.
River King; thou who hast lent your body of water
connecting the oceans and seas and mountains and plains,
take this Rock and bear each mote to its new home.
And you can't write anymore...come on man!
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