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The wind whips through moonlit dunes and slithers past my hair

The dust and sand baked hot through noon now glides on chilly air

I stand on ground worn smooth and gray

It seems reflective in its way and seems attractive if i may

The way a perfect print of me it gladly holds for me to see

Its black and accurate to size

But lacks a nose and mouth and eyes

It matters not at any rate

For i prefer to speculate

This masterpiece of glowing night

Far lovelier than I

(Despite the lack of detail right)

Below a moonlit sky