It is in the alien places
Where I learn the most
About myself
About perspective
Where I learn the most
About myself
About perspective
The place itself
Knows not
What it is
The place itself
Knows not
What it is
Or is it just a sprig
An ephemeral growth
A life spanning a single desert rain
Beside a rock worn smooth
By the long dead river
Which cut a chasm wall
Aeons ago