Saharan sand of parabolic dome
trust not the haboob with promise of loam:

the dust plume invades the pristine air
and unfurls a colorful sunset there,
trickery from a milky-way sky:
draws the prey—spits a mote in its eye:

no longer booming across the erg breeze;
combed from the shore and swallowed by seas.

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