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swirls desert
dust a wanting of
heaven at peak
aspiration abandons the
wraiths to gravity’s
unforgiving scours then
scourges all that is
supple steals smooth
to rough rough to
smooth confusing
identities gusts break to
currents through all splay ragged
fingers the light torn
away enslaved to
whim pleads wails
curses until at last
coyote joins in and
even tame dogs howl the
mad song of the
desert
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