The crunch, the crack, the hollow snag
Stumbling deserted plains with sightfully sightless stares,
Against the wind that sears and howls that dust dissolves;
We can never seem to stop those steps.
Head hidden with an enveloping dark, with eyes still open, see
Bubbling... burning... sliding... slipping... melting...
As the desert dances- letters breathing in the constant rise and fall,
Shaking the breath that cannot, will not, stop the change.
Unobtainable silence... reverberates.
Underneath the buzzing, humming muted gasps,
Rippling fires at the water's edge' the flickering house of lights.
When they've gone out, it is lost until the lights are lit again.
So I will stand at the edge of the world, and laugh
Testing rising, falling waves against the final line
Although they will always pull the sand back out to sea;
Washing infinite imprints from changing sands.
These imprints- mirrors of the footsteps of these staggered doubts,
Untold and unseen is the fear when the record ends,
Becoming another moment lost to a looking glass of sand,
When the eye closes and opens; and sees nothing.
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