In the heart of the Nevada sand,
A city rises, strange and grand,
Where dreams ignite in fiery light,
At Burning Man, a desert night.

Sculptures reach for the endless sky,
While flames dance high as spirits fly,
Art and soul blend with the dust,
In this realm where all is just.

Neon lights in the twilight gleam,
A kaleidoscope of every dream,
Music pulses through the air,
As echoes of freedom linger there.

Here, the lines of time erase,
In a boundless, sacred space,
Where strangers meet as kindred souls,
And the fire’s warmth makes them whole.

The man burns bright, the ashes rise,
A symbol cast to the open skies,
In this desert, where the wild is free,
A moment's magic, eternally.