Her signature rests upon the Sahara, and shifts to accommodate
the will of wind, the weight of camels and of their masked Bedouin riders.
An hour glass measures time like a showering princess takes her pleasure,
coolly indifferent to humanity's hurt or to the empire next to flip her.
If the universe has heart, it is fluid and transparent
in the unrelenting flow of particles.
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