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And so the desert days stretch in the distance

all the way to where the sky stoops low

to meet earth. 

Endless caravans of life.

bewitched by reflections

dancing on the water,

mirages that vanish when you

close your eyes –

and still, and still, I remain

in its thrall. The desert is empty

and full. The desert is life and death.

And magic. Beware of the jinns.