ROOT
wing, blade, glass, step
3/30/2025
The dunes are dead and so am I,
encased in wind. The desert sighs.
It longs for life but not for me,
for I have joined its vast debris
In No Time we'll be as one
swept, dissolved under the sun,
too dispersed to be displaced,
too undefined to be effaced.
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