11 silkworm

there’s something @bout the horse
all the oxygen nostril
nomad mane gigantic stare
sipping luscious headwaters
zagzip some sloppy river
pack up camp
we dont have it to ourselfs
its going to take you another day another night to get out of the heat
No standing water here
a balance you find in time,
over in the last outpost,
silk in yr tea

tales from the mulberry leafs,
mighty kingdoms & fragile fortunes
one camel is yr only way out
nothing is permanent here
only illusion + mirage
5,ooo years in the sand,
diabolically hot, son

the last wild horses on the planet

jubilation in the icy city
and the last soul standing,
just might get to freeze.