Desert night is blue and purple veil,
wind or still in folding sands, in heavens' spin.
Desert night is resonance, Atacama and Sahara.
Everything has two faces,
we black and white,
and shades of orange,
and tones of brown,
and towards the Gobi,
people yellow.
This I believe, at some point
the ancestors crossed a desert,
This I believe, earth's core is fire.
Where then the Spirit?
I can not say. What home is mine
is dune and shifts.
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