L'aura del Campo

Sidewinder [94]

Sidewinder

Parting hot quartz crystals,
your forward progress at a slant,
you cross hostile country without a blink
or backward glance.

You travel through these burning sands,
eyes slit that never gaze at skies.
For nightmares fill this Dreamtime land,
where ere you pass.

O Slim Rope
that winds through fallen stars,
your sidewind trek leaves but a trace,
your passage just a trance.

© Kåre Enga (23.mai.2017) [174.94]

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