this is not done, not right, yet but i literally can't keep my eyes open

my inner landscape has a broad big sky

desert

i don't meet you in the forest
in the circle of trees
my mind just doesn't go there

i meet you by the campfire
the campfire in the desert
but the desert is so dry
i don't know if i can
stand the heat
of the
eye
i
see
the twister
arc across
turn
press into the landscape again, and again


tundra, with the trickster ravens, stealing the light of heaven