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I Dream of Deserts

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The Written Word

The Written Word

Nika Herrnstadt

You shimmer like the heat over the desert, In waves.

You glow with the opalescent colors of a bubble, On the verge of popping.

I see you in endless dunes, Stretching through time and space, The higher I fly, The more I can see.

You do not tilt even slightly, As the earth does, You are, As flat as the darkness of space. But you change, Your sands shifting like the air, Invisible. And you are not alive, No, You are more than alive, You are forever in any dimension, Infinite.

But you love me, In the sea of things you are, You are In love with me. I love you too, But not as much As you love me.

Your love is like a burning planet, purple. Your sands hold me, Suffocate me, As I fall into you.

The deeper I go, The deeper you grow.

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