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Under a sun scorched sky,
I stood on the dust of your shores.
Before opening my eye,
to the wonder of your worlds.
Without perceiving the temple
I had entered to worship,
to your altar, I pedaled,
pleading case with trembled lip.
An apparition, desperately drifting.
Encircled streets, city's nightscape.
Your tangible soul tittilating, escaping.
Another dystopia loneliness can't escape.
Two nights, face pressed against glass.
A bordertown trapped in a globe of snow.
Society, thought kindred, destined to pass.
A weary seeker, yearning to be known.
Hope's candle, dwindling sliver of flame.
Dying of thirst, trapped in a well.
A treasure hunt with nothing to claim.
Plugged into electric dimension, no battery cell.
I sat alone, amongst the art,
and surrendered a grand sigh.
Designed to live a life, apart.
No community wagon drawn nigh.
And then a camel broke his back.
As it snapped, I took the straw.....
....and sucked Burning Man's marrow dry.
I didn't request respect. It was spoken.
I didn't beg for love. It was freely given.
I didn't see me as that bereft and broken.
So much imposed, self hate, unforgiven.
I screamed as we gathered to burn the token.
I wept deeply as my entire being was woken.
The pantheon I saw no longer exists.
The lessons learned are eternal.
I know where my true home subsists.
From my internal castle to your external.
I didn't come back
as a different man.
I just jumped the track.
Freedom has no plan.
I don't even need the desert.
I burn with every word.
I'm rusted forever, with playa dirt,
no matter where I'm at in default world.

-Angel Fatale-

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