Los Alamos - Poem by Patti Masterman
Bursting through the white clouds,
Creating form beneath the sun;
Giant pillars whirl and spin
Till the world comes undone.
Mind above the high dunes,
Finds other minds the same;
They'll mix the sand of all their thoughts,
Till nothing else remains.
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