there is a land
an isolated valley
of nothingness
where seeds of hope
dropped from above
excitedly begin to grow
when occasional
violent storms
precipitate
upon the desiccation
eager sprouts
yearn
toward light, non-existent
as tentative roots
search
for something deeper
only to discover
toxic truths
of a land abandoned
long ago
desecrated soil
contaminated water
subterranean lethality
hope shrivels
ephemeral existence
impression in the dust
swept away
by these howling
whirlwinds of my pain
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