. dune .

. dune .

first it has to be said that

the swallows are back here,

down over the dunes.


cutting through sand,

walking through time.


deep  paths

show layers

of blood.

he talked of lizards, he talked of wood,

the size and fear of endearment.


he was many men,

he is one.


the tin hut stands empty,

revisited often.


the swallows are back.







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