that seem to never end, and
when they do it's nothing but
desert waiting to snap like a
bear trap the moment your paw
touches down. Every step
more watchful as the rooftop
shadows fall away. Dried out
cacti spine, snake holes, twigs
looking like scorpions, tarantulas
looking like dead weeds and
the most beautiful mountain-work
ever crafted beaming in front. It
causes awkward walking
patterns—dipping, swaying,
hopping—Bow down &
worship the rocks of time!
They breathe openly the light
of the sun, which rests eternally
on the shoulders of everyone.
* Home forever no matter
where my rent checks are
sent.
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