Southern Plains

There's an immense feeling of completeness,

overwhelming

while crossing the vastness of

their warm blessing

solitude.

Sunflowers bend over

males cicadas,

shrilling loudly to the skies

while announcing

afar from urban remnants

half peeled cork

hushes and reigns

bulls and eagles feed

mother earth

with cayenne

red excrements

the landscape gags,

it kills

you,

slowly.

Southern plains are an illusion

they imprison your inner most life

in their womb,

viciously,

forever.

Nothing changes around

besides you.

Although there's nothing to it,

I don't understand southern plains.