​”Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.” -A. A. Milne

A desert;

You swallowed me in your splendour…                             
Diaphonous crevaces carved into stone,                            

Encompassing your luminosity and catching you in.

Denticulate reaches of treacherous hold,      

Infecting a nature of whit and whim.
Requisite mesas of asperous erosion,

Amplifying your  compassion beyond all’s reach.                  

Prodigious canyons: barren, vacuous.

Assimilating all but ethics left.
Burgeoning once,        

Desecrate now;

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