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POEM: Ballistic Art

By Berniegourley @berniegourley

POEM: Ballistic ArtNothing redraws itself like a desert.
From day to day, the dunes are ever changed.
Those shifting sands won't ever revert;
they wander without aim, as if deranged,
needing novel airs as much as the flirt.
It shifts -n- cascades, but is never arranged.
It's ballistic Art, ever self-sustained.

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