Sahara (in progress)

I'm returning to look for you
For the first time 
By the great fire
By the time I got there 
All was left was ashes
White through red to
Grey and black
 
Gathering dust
Watching slow specks glowing
Like hot particles slowdancing in the sunshine through the window
Shifting slowly around the room like a sand dune
Just the Scirocco blowing over
The back of your head
As night falls into the Med
Hoarding the mementos
Or throwing them away
Flooding Venice
Turning it over
Make sure its out
Dead skin dont sell
House dust might
 
Forgery in the furnance or just
"Going down into the depths to find the material
Upon which to expend his innate art and 
To fashion that which is beautiful and useful"?

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