2.25.2006

Post-Postmodern

This desert has many tails
that slither like fragmented beasts.
I take its cactuses and make cactus juice -
My own mirage of reason,

but my cactus juice tastes like starry Stonehenge,
like stairways to places
of light
that never existed.

So would you please not fret
if the world is just a desert?

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