Red mountain ridges
Break the cool, white expanses –
A conflated desert fantasy,
Long devoid of mud's grace.
I can't quite stare hard enough at one
place
To see how towering legends of men
Could drink themselves to early ends
In pursuit of such a tiny world.
It fits so fully in the palm of my
hand,
Though when I spin it, I do feel it
land.
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