I sat on a flat rock and looked at all of it and at the desert around, and at my dusty shoes.
All of it felt overwhelmingly sincere: at one with the wide worn used earth.
My dusty shoes looked to be at one with it and could interpret it.
I felt my shoes could claim their human prerogative of getting dusty in any of this world’s roads.
It gave me a feeling of human Sincerity: good-and-evil Safeness.
It is on me now, along with cold cream and strong memory of Desert and Sun and Blue.
It is as good as a beef-sandwich.
Better: I don’t like beef-sandwich.