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Dust is billowing up in clouds

darkening the land

where life used to green

the fields

dust flows

in the currents of the wind

twisting and tangled in hair

attacking

and fighting its way into the skin

of our being

dust is what we are

even if many great things are said

and wars are fought in their honor

even if the wisest teachers in the world

say that dirt will never pollute their perfection

after the storm of words

passes

and it always

passes more quickly

then an expert thought

and the dust that remains

settles to a tiny piece of ground