Restlessness
Walking side-by-side,
the travelers shine,
moonlit and new at the start
of their journey
through the barren expanse.
Like two pearls
glinting in the light,
yellow-white.
The bright of their craniums
contrasting the slate-
gray and black patches
that paint the desert floor
blotchy during the small hours.
Only the sands and cacti
feel the throbbing
in their chests, the beating
that hovers above their hearts
like a flock of buzzards hunting.
Never will the beasts land.
--Me.
--Me.
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