Wings of an eagle
Spread out against the Sun
Wilderness calling
Those who hear the shriek of the Bird
Laid out before dawning Red
Burning sand
Flowering Cacti
Silently waiting for Finders
Swiftly moving coyote
Catching prey
Spilling not too much blood
Precious nectars of the desert
Bowing down the proud head
Things exist
So much bigger than ourselves
Burning sand
Bare feet
And neverending horizon.
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