Without 

this persistent bark

scorch of burnt air 

strains a landscape of 

gray rock and 

old hearts 

scorned

invades this  

rhymeless 

and  

reasonless

place

a sun unrecognizable

broken too long ago to matter

 is gravel

and dust 

swirls about

in a cloud 

of doubt

without

JPPestana

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