more beauty
near explosions
yielding glass
in the sands
sands as white,
the tattered
lattices falling
from frozen heights
heights to which
rise the release
of ignorance
with excess power
power in pockets
and burning fear
and shovelfuls
of unclear stones
unclear, stones
that were whittled
by time's and wind's
instant feats
feats for death,
for surrender of
chaos and breath
held those minutes
minutes blooming
in the lack of rain
near unclear waste
and more beauty
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