My self has never

been fully

explained

in this climate.

My intransigent id

seeks kindred terrain,

stark beauty

flat vistas–

a pastoral

monochromatic;

a landscape

aural, tactual

indiscernible

to imaginations

myopia-dulled.

It wants to feed

on organic artistry

Raw-Arid-Exquisite,

but chokes

on sylvan splendor

and its creatures of Pan

and dies hungry, unexplained,

engulfed by the

Great River.

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