At the edge of desert
Horizons limitless
Sun stands in crown
She orders; heated shout.
Reflections rise; steam
Rolling winds, and spins
Distance is a vague thing
Trashed, lost days in bin
Rises dust like Jeanie
As whales swim in the sea
Particles are dolphins
Acrobats they're dancing
Rubbing eyes in no time
All convert; to nothing
Was it sound or dream?
Was it fact, did I see?
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