GO WEST
Poem by Joseph Narvaez

Go West; grow with the country. Westward, empire takes way. Where the handclasp's stronger, where the smile dewlls longer; the West begins. How flat and unprofitable seem the uses of this world... comedy to those that think, tragedy to those that feel.

Desert is the environment of revelation... bold and suggestive. Under the moon was fairyland - like picture books of childhood, like stories dancing in an open fire.

Earth is never dead; ceasing never. One generation passes, another comes; Earth abides forever.

When something goes wrong, it must be because [Earth] is sleeping; not looking after its children.

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