cacti two tall ones

as a fever settles the wind

a keen rises from stone

a shade deeper than dried blood

its time withered and prone

its dust taught to flee

across a shimmering sky

dancing with a warm breeze

clinging to rocks spired high

naive gusts pulling apart veins

spreading an ancient ore

baked cracked and empty rains

cast upon a dry shore


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