I saw the sand well up
In the ghost marsh
Not like other marshes
Towers of the sub-conscious
sparse and random
there soared up
at intervals non-regular
the airs and heavens
above
were filled with
the drones of air planes
flying
flying
flying
And:
For beneath you would hear
The organs of the Earth
Playing
Slow and subdued yet
Hearing
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