Above dry desert, noiseless ruddy rise
expands sharp breathless air. Sun - cloudless skies -
grills granular gold sands, stings red-rimmed eyes.
Tanned turbanned touareg tribes traverse to seek supplies,
perpetually prostrated, praying prophet. Bearded cries.
Dawn disperses dreams, disturbs dust swarm of jester-pester flies
harass the criss-cross camel caravan which plies
an ancient trade in spices, slaves, scribes, spies.
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