Desert Noise

Conner Bassett

This is the voice of the desert:
A chilling wind that cuts and leaves one
Lonely and naked.
 
It is crying out with some hollow song
For me; it is the sound of nothing &
Misery, like a weeping mother
Lost her son.
 
One must understand the desert to know
The sound of solitude.
 
The loss of time is a tragedy too
Catastrophic for conversation.
 
Back at the office,
My job is only a decoration,
Hiding some puzzling, quiet
Abyss.


Main Location:

Nevada, USA