Look on My Works, Ye Mighty, and Despair

Sand crawls across the surface in

Finger length gusts.

Searching. Lurching. Hoping.

Lurking.

Looking for oasis relief. Nothing

Stands between dune and horizon.

Mirage of my mirage remains

Unknown.

 

Empty

 

And

 

Vast

 

The dry ocean shifts,

Rolling with tides of no

Consequence.

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