The Beyond Of My Atacama

You are the beyond of my Atacama.
The deeper of the blue of my sky.
The dark of the shadows of my clouds.
The sharper of the edge of my wind.
The heat of the dry of my desert.
The prehistory of the age of my plains.
The urge of the eruption of my volcanoes.
The capture of the rain of my lakes.
The weakness of the holes of my roads.
The rocks of the sand of my desert.
The promise of the shallow of my lakes.
The dreams of the land of my thoughts.
The water of the source of my rivers.
The light of the colour of my slopes.
The vacuum of the air of my altitude.
The path of the depth of my canyons.
The awe of the land of my travels.
The writer of the secrets of my stories.