Time’s Mirage or Haze of Time

A Dance of Portraits and Illusions

Photo by Daniele Levis Pelusi on Unsplash

In the blurry distance of 217 miles,

two April nights meld into one,

dust dances in the air,

carrying the expanding desolation.

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Like the seven cracks of lava’s eerie crescent,

time bends and twists,

when moments merge and blur into months on end.