Opus of Passage

Opus of Passage

The wind embarked,
A surge scorched across the sand,
Upon a generation of nomads,
A vibrant opaque waste,
That blistered with pathos,
And disappeared into stories,
Of power and dusk,
Of flowers and revolution,
That touched a desperation,
A burst of mystery,
An armada of apathy,
Which murmured over a field,
Reigned by the evening suns,
A light within the nothing,
Where the unseen perched,
Upon the arms of willows,
The lost lament and withstand,
Dispersed within the gust,
A refuge of perpetual strain,
To feel again the reasoning,
Upon the coral wisp of smoke.

Image Credit: NASA

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