[Soaring Feather]

Energy

Tomorrows' sand dunes
from the dawning of time
with long fingers
clutched the stars
drew the floating dust
and held it by reef grass
and dung water trash

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[Soaring Feather]

Echos in the well
hitting sidewalls
crashing like atoms
smashing like waves
on rocks hearlding
white noise calming conducive to gentle
jangled jitters
with tropical beaches
and hidden cabanas
Conchs hold the waves

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