The noxious fumes
Waft about me
Each hour I stray and wander
A companion
I desperately strive to evade
With all of my harbored might
Yet delirium hangs close
To compromise my sight
And render my limbs
Feeble, drained and helpless
The dust storm revels
Having swallowed up
My writhing frame
Like live bait
Swaying in the current
Awaiting the full weight
Of total, unwavering dark
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