Every valley swells up and turns
Black with desire
To be the last frontier
Desire is
Abalone and Silver Bow
Cowboy towns
Swell like bell-metal
For the sheer hell of it
This is not all pleasure
Either:
Make my crooked straight
My rough places plain
No frontier
No matter how rough
Includes itself as data
Which brings us to the desert
We swelter in
No plain was ever rougher
Nothing plainer