Oceans of orange waves,
lilac crests,
atop the azure skyline.
Variations of awe strike me.
Time passes.
Orange morphs, into dusty rose,
mutable sky changes above the desert floor.
Dusty rose morphs, into fiery red,
time passes.
Yet, the desert is permanent,
and I am comforted.
Fiery red is transformed,
into violet,
as the land swallows up the sky.
Nothing becomes reality.
Time stands still.
Then stars appear.
Time resumes its steady beat,
and I breathe again.
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