the winds of arrakis
are his eyes,
that reveal the price of a prize,
a stationary fight,
he moves us now,
he moves himself,
he moves the future,
which moves himself,
it moves us..
and as the hawk
is apt to fly,
and desert worm
lives deep inside,
so are we sand
upon the wind,
never resting,
but for the winds whim ..
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