Forsaken
In the Papagos tribe
after the world ends
we all become saguaro cacti
stretching our arms out to heaven,
in silent vulnerable prayer--
as it rapidly spins past on it's way...
All of us, prickly, but otherwise unguarded.
Waiting in the desert
for the sun to pluck us up
and carry us away.
after the world ends
we all become saguaro cacti
stretching our arms out to heaven,
in silent vulnerable prayer--
as it rapidly spins past on it's way...
All of us, prickly, but otherwise unguarded.
Waiting in the desert
for the sun to pluck us up
and carry us away.
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