night blooms

Come, say I!
Enjoy the desert night blooms —
rare, exquisite, alive.
Quiet, the primeval cold,
parched, freeze-dried.
No purposeful future
divined.
Old, alien
unmarked steps upon the Earth.
Stories spin …
unsettled,
lost from warmth.
I abide, seer within frigid landscape;
dry, clear, eternal,
to enjoy the blooming.
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