eclipse Posted November 10, 2020 Share Posted November 10, 2020 Winds ride deserts racing, the sun pursues its incarnations through dreams of trainers. Faces of of jockeys hover between ghostly suns. Which prayer will be the first to arrive on the angels run. Clouds are like trap doors, angels surface to gather at the threshold of camels vision whose hearts are at once mortal and divine, angels drink heavens wine spreading its scent as camels race. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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