A dome of elegance and expansion ​

weaving between dunes of ​

soft sand cradling suspended conscious ​

desolate sounds lulled to sleep 

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Jerked awake to catch time ​

Always reaching ​

slipping from curled fingers ​

never enough left ​

to catch a moment 

 

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Rising steam ​

a plated cup ​

people passing at a desert pace

the sun rising and setting before probing eyes

into a canvas of painted stars