The desert is a dusty beast
It groans and shifts its dusty back
I am the deadliest weapon in the world
armed with words
I slice and dice
drill holes in the center of the moon
defy gravity
wage war with Angels
plant thermonuclear devices in
my poetry
to blow your mind sky high
sinking suns into each other
I laugh at the aftermath
standing on a dune
looking at an oasis
we all slide to the center
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