Whispers in silence
Talking to shadows
Dreams are fleeting
Broken with the
dawn
La Hat in the
distance
Above the horizon
Across the
mountains
Dust filled utopia
Under all that ice
and snow
Rye and coke around
a pole
Can still see the
ruts of wagons
Whispers to shadows
Shadows creeping
near
Nightmare beckon
In the middle of
the day
The horizon comes
near
Where clowns walk
tight ropes
Balancing on threads
in the clouds
Rain pours in the
desert
Drowning the cactuses
Under all the ice
and snow
Sun drenched paradise
Whispering to the
silence
Echoing off the
sand
Prisoner of this mind
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