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change, climate, death, erosion, nature, Poem, Poems, Poetry, sahara, sahara sandstorm, sand, sand dunes, sand storm, science, static, static state, uncategorized, writing
What I would give to
be a lone grain within a
Sahara sandstorm
a fragment of drought
scattering itself across
nowhere, singing with
the slow erosion. I long
to be this, to be loved
despite it. You’ll always
drag your fingers through
me
how many grains can
the gusts steal before
a dune is gone? There’s
no such thing as a static
state: Everything dies
still nothing rests.