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The Dust Rises

In illuding dunes chasing the mirage the state of actuality infringed by surrealistic perception. The lattice of dream crumbles on scorched sands of ember time hope squelched by whirlwind of verity. At the edge of darkness dawning fortitude beckons the zephyr embalmed with philtre of oasis. From the ruins of sphinx the dust rises. _________________ February 25, 2020 For A Brian Strand Informel Poetry Contest

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