in the
rambling desert
there are
ambling dunes
that will
sing to you
infinite camels
will speak
definitive tongues
as the blessed
defining moon
comes out
redefining night
being poetic
a kinetic lover
your companion
when a burning
generous bush
passionately appears
if a serpent
slithers near
hissing prophecy
predictably flicking
a forked tongue
tasting tepid
night desert air
you'll know nothing
is certain
that burning
compassionate bush
rationally exhibiting
a mysterious marvel
a brilliant glow
may be light
an unmarked
irrational way
demand you
heedlessly follow
that serpent's
slithering trail
blatantly towards
morning's dawn
forward to
a yawning sea
black scorpions
shall fondly
proudly attack
challenging you
tawny sand dunes
will react
commanding you
even if
the starry sky
is sparkling
gleaming emerald
or radiantly blue
if you find
an orange oasis
that isn't
a velveteen mirage
but something
believably true
with fruiting
date palms
and a bubbling
refreshing spring
good God
will send you
certainly beyond
that able store
instruct you
somehow sail
across an unknown
fervent sea
before your
heart and soul
will ever
be truly free
before your
weary eyes
could ever
realize
that you are
remarkably
the same
as me
what if
every ocean
markedly turned
to sand
what if
every and all
continental land
intentionally turned
to dust
God must
want us to
eventually turn
to ochre
then red
a rusty must
with all
that dry
ancient sand
enveloping
our ambling souls
how far
can we
ever ramble
should we
amply speak
in ancient
foreign tongues
what if
all our
goats and horses
grew wings
suddenly
flew away
would God
wake us
from that
rueful dream
speak in flames
tell us
we aimlessly
just can't
gainfully stay
what if
that hissing
serpent stopped
to lick and taste
our very
anxious souls
that stinging scorpion
lead us to
a deserted mountain top
where exists
no desert
fruiting palms
or bubbling springs
where champion
winged demons
senselessly appear
sending us
to another
distant shore
more over
both heart and soul
is shackled
so we could
never be free
so we would
no matter
how clever
would never
clearly see
the light
surely know
what's right
never know
you are
the same
as me
would another
vast desert
appear to us
or would
the universe
suddenly dissolve
if rambling
sand dunes
can't resolve
this world
maybe Mars
is where
we all
should be
that finger
perfect entropy
of eternal God
a reaching hand
that divine
imagined creator
a sacred earth
this blessed innovator
wondrous and great
embarkation's negotiator
caringly revealing
some eternal fate
would remarkable heaven
unlock some golden gate
welcome us in
or would heaven's door
be securely closed
because we
this human species
could never
be compassionate enough
convince divinity
that we've been
good enough
rate well enough
to unlock
that shuttered
cosmic gate

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