Running Amok

Running Amok

Back and forth across the horizon,
Running amok, setting your eyes in.
Calamitous, at best, dirty laundry
Mixed with rocks, a tie-dyed quandary.
Calves of cows that sleep with camels;
Sleeping not, a life in shambles.
Observing spinners and wayward drifters,
Nabbing those who would be grifters.
A gracious host, inflamed with dust,
Cautious and crass, alone you must.

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