Within These Rings

I stand inferior, within
rings of creasote
they feel, my age.
I breathe in a perception
of depravity grounded
into this desert floor.

Long suffering are we
 in our self reliance
with our skinny legs
and bare branches.
Shallow roots unlike mine
grip the shifting sands
that build
round my ankles

Devil's dance, northward
across the landscape
seeking to rid themselves
of their turbulent ways.
I have danced their ways
 before a tangle
of such freedom that
doesn't exist
it profits nothing good

I stand within rings
of creasote
I feel their age
together we are
Alone

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