He did appear to have possession
of a Mojo with a Konk-konk-cheroo!

his hesitance cost him, valuably;
he'd still be sitting in a room with no "view".

Take my place, won't you feel the "magic"?
one could learn a thing, or three;

this cursed, dusty, desert's hollow,
with vacant emptiness as far as one can, see.

Then, came this way....a stranger-boy
who could see right-past, the dust;

and, then know what was coming, next
with a sixth sense he could trust.

The private dust-storms, wind-gusts, and shadows
played video/audio games, and tricks;

but this dark, boy-ish stranger, Movito
was always straight-up, in the "mix".

Movito saw this desert
for exactly as, it was;

a place where sad men, go to die
while they keep working, on their "buzz".

Movito then, trespassed past Destiny
his movements swift-like, stealth;

he learned of the Shadow Dreamscape
paying close attention to preserve his, health!

Strange, unknown, desert "oddities"
cause havoc, in the blistering sun;

so, Movito lets the lonely, desert
keep thinking, that it's finally won!

Then, when the shadows stretch in length
in our next, long winter's noon;

the wind will scream, "Movito"
and, reflect his "legend" off of the moon.

Then, after all's been said, and done
and the desert shares not, one clue;

Movito will return through the dust;
to prove his "legend", doth still, ring...true.