TABEGAUCHE

Soft peaks and rolling hills.
Sand shaped by the wind.
Undulating and smooth.
Desert valleys begin.

Cracked earth and
jagged white rock
leading to ridges
and flat tops.

This land is alien
and forever empty.
Void of all movement
no living thing to see.

Though it is strange,
there is a sullen beauty.
A digestion of the unknown
and the wonder that fills me.

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