rigid, blue stalks rise up from
a soft landscape, pointing starkly into
skyscape, the flagstones a pathway towards
a surreal glass landscape
we greet them in awe and ask from where
they come, these spires that require
nothing from us in this arid land,
we should stand so proud and tall, our
strangeness a challenge to traditional
beauty, forged from heat and the
human breath.
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