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From the depths of sleep I traveled

Down the spiral staircase of sand

Through the carved canyons and brittle turrets of this land

Onward along rocky and brush stroked paths

I endured the fiery sun and its painfull wrath

I followed the wash to its distant start past the twisted trees carved like art

I emerged from the womb-like cave out of the darkness

New and cleansed by the beauty unravelled

Here at the end of my dream Traveled

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