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[laclucky]

There is the sun, and there is the moon, and there are pink clouds, and there is lightning. There are navy clouds and that is the desert; the city lights are over there, and there are the cicadas. That is where Linda McCartney died and here is the wash where the animals sleep. It is low here and it is green, and there it is high and Saguaro are low. There are the people on rocks and there are their cars - that is how they got here. Sometimes they run naked through here, but I wouldn't because here are so many thorns and look - spikes. Here is the cool air, and down there the hot air. It is too cloudy for stars. Look at that cloud. Look at the arch that cloud is forming. Look at that mistletoe in the arch. This is a sky island. There is another. There are those mountains. Here are these mountains. There is an owl. Careful for that rock, that beetle.

I cradle my head. I yawn for oxygen. I cradle my stomach. My back, head, neck, eye, stomach hurts. I roll over. I cradle my head, yawn for oxygen, cradle my stomach, moan. Stretch. And keep sleeping.