Joshua Tree

The earth rotates along the sands of time
While surrealist desert landscapes house the
Delusional dreams of hippies that cannot
Find their homes. Rebellion is often a
Commodity, where tattoos pay homage to a
Sanctified meaning and the clothes we wear
Undercover the self we’ve deemed ready
For public consumption. Time is granular.
Pebbles break down and scrape away
All meaning. We are softened by the hardness,
By the repetition, by the consistent bombardment
Of truth against hypothetical sunrises
Dressed in burnt sienna on astrological axes.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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