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In the air, on my hands, in each crevice, in each breath
It is inescapable in this place
When the storms rise it connects the sky to the ground in a single hue
When the winds settle we are all equally embraced in its blanket
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Nothing is safe from its presence despite our desperate measures to evade it
Dizzy from every attempt to blow it out of its hiding places
The radio, the laptops, the chamber, the optics lens, the feed tray
Breath already full of it seeking to push it somewhere, anywhere else
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It rises with every muzzle flash marking the position
Kicks with every round landing like a prayer answered
Softens each footstep leading into the assault
Holds the brass like a cradle
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It marks a trail as we drag them for search and removal
Covering his body as a final veil, changing his complexion from what was once life
On his hands, on his face, in his teeth
I can taste it too, this grit that we now share and will again even though today I live on
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