As the desert breathes,
So too do I breathe
In measures of imbalance,
As we have our highs and lows.
What something it is
That makes the desert breathe
Inflates my lungs as well,
Like entropy's impatience.
We put on ourselves no limits,
My presumptuous self and the desert,
And expand unto our horizons
As God defines us in possibility.
For life is in us and beyond us,
Myself and the desert,
And it changes us daily,
Though we seem unchanging.
As the desert breathes,
So too do I breathe
In finite numbers,
Beneath a soft rain.
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