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Empty Plains
As far as you can see,
purple sage tumbleweed,
barren bitter sandy heap,
rusty dust rolling deep.
Thin line of sliver glows,
closer moving vision grows,
throbbing rumble cuts the air,
endless line of metal glare.
Heart and head feel the beat,
roaring in the desert heat,
double edged sound and light,
see the metal birds in flight.
Through day they web and flow,
vast migration hovers low,
fading into a thin pale strand,
wavering mirage in distant sand.
Echoes return the muffled moan,
plains are empty I am alone.
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