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Mirage Flats stretches below the pause of horse hooves
And the massage of leaping landing antelope
Airy dust adds ruby, topaz, and sapphire to night skies
This is the place where sunset murals reach as long as forever
This is the season mother warns away the tanned skin
And muscled arms of combine crew boys
Where heat rises off asphalt roads
Makes mirages appear like watery places between harems
This is the moment the mind stretches
Across the broad back of the plains

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