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The Dunes
In his vast expansiveness…
There seems to be transience everywhere
Marks identities seem to keep changing
Paths assuming new turns with every blow
The sculpture gets chiseled with time
Attaining perfection with every wind
To reach towards the ultimate perfection
Only to realize its transience -
When all Ultimates turn to nothingness...
When time seeks for a change...
Assumed Indelibles become temporal
Creating voids for new temporal Indelibles...
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