Contrary Wilderness by Tony Ashenden

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Ah!
Wilderness
Man’s nature
The spew of desolation
Oft the epileptic spitting sand
That retches storm!

Alone the causeless
Cause that loves the lung
To spit its blood upon the ginger cloud.

Sometimes..
The cataracts of blindness loose
And clear
You can see brown and yellow
Mound making pillows of sand
Resting
Retreating masters.

Eiderdowns of peace and solitude
Amid the cacti
Yielding water whilst the giving sun
Will cause the causeless
To sweat their life.

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