Finding forms of life in these sparse spaces is a rarity.
Salt planes and wild landscapes stretch beyond the horizon.
We fly at top speed, though everything in our view remains stationary.

Bottomless craters and ridges accompanied by blades of encrusted depositaries amongst rivers that run dry in the desert.
The blood streams fuse together the formless and non functional mountains.
Soldiers in barren dirt; the sole survivors to a country that celebrates only 30 years of freedom.

Hallucinations, hieroglyphics, sublimity.
Faint tremors of hands at work.
Illusions of an abstract theatre.
A show of the bloodied corpses which resonate from the earth.
To gentrify an identity.
A land of the wealthy that dares not feed the hand who begs.
Mines and landmines.
Wealth and demise.