Central
Out on plains
A wasteland
Of painted dirt
Of dirt roads
Of pathways of dust
And mountainous
Track through the
Teeth of cascadia
A blackgull’s call
Echoes from the top
Of the hill’s peak
When you peek over
The edge
To see
A new landscape
A different horizon
Of paint
Of dust
Of a journey made
To find
These plains
Consume Reality! 