he speaks in the desert
subtle whispered majesty
through tongues of swirling sandy agony
and caressing redemptive breezes
closer than breath itself
more elusive than mercury
a lucky few are driven
past the brink of utter madness
to the very heart of now
the unsensitized discard
as mere fata morgana
at best a comforting notion
their own voice
the song of their own self
never the less
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