earth and sky,
valleys leading nowhere,
a sandhills maze,
the soul full,
amidst these miles and miles of emptiness,
only earth and sky,
seemingly how God intended,
the world seems right,
while riding these hills,
time eternal,
a life,
a snap of the fingers,
needs not be crammed to overfilling,
with the baggage of the day,
unburden thy self,
and ride the empty valleys,
alive and in the moment,
a maze which will never be conquered,
but it doesn't matter,
under endless skies,
among the miles and miles of emptiness,
engorging the soul.
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