I
stood in the desert, facing the wind and sun, staring into the red fire
Its
hot eye slipping below the horizon, the broken hills cast in rose and gold
Sand
fills the air, it covers me, sharp-tiny particles fly like razors
Each
grain, a memory that captures and cuts without conscience
The
eye of the sun is a window in time a window on wonder
On
beauty, casting shadows like doubt over the path in front of me
We
are dust in the end, dried husks, desiccated and burning
Little
embers soaring on the solar wind, the world on fire, super-nova
The
sun drives us, and its absence, like the will and passion, pulling
Like
sin and confusion, the desert swallows it all, without judgement
Erasure,
bleached bones and broken spirits, haunt a prison without bars
Walk
beneath the stars, shattered, falling in the night like errant dreams
Alone
and incomplete, poor and blind, my breath is spent, bereft
Truth
up-ended, logic in tatters, a ragged shawl that cannot comfort
Dance
above the desert floor, cracked by the hammering sun
Swing
at the end of the rope, above the dry grave, dancing with vultures
I
pulled the lever and the earth did not move, the price was freedom, I refused
Preferring
the savor of lies, set the temple on fire burning with the druj
The
sleep of the Effretti the flames of
chaos, Rakshasha drumming
Djin, descending, each with a wish in
the palm of their hand
Give
me something to ease my pain, a pleasant illusion, a placebo will do
Allow
me a moment to slake my thirst, to satisfy my wants, a reprieve
Set
my compass for the compassionate life, love is a true-stone, the fixed star
Navigate
the turbulent world, by Polaris, keep
me straight in the path
Walking
backward, retracing foot prints in the windswept sand
