One more drift another shift and into one more desert dune but soon the secrets are revealed, the sand alive, it feels like I could dive into the sea and be swallowed by the pyramid tree.
Oasis,
calm and full of camel **** where camels sit and make their wills, ****-backed hills which I ascend, they tend to disagree about the pyramid, the tree and me, I dive again into and underneath the sea of shifts, am lifted far below the sky where scorpions sting and Angels cry, it feels like I could almost die but almost is not nearly there.
Mirage,
jet streams dreaming, gleaming in my hand, and all within a grain of sand,
glass eyes look on, they see the pyramid, they see the tree, they seldom look with beady eyes upon the figure that is me.

Teddy and his picnic tree had better luck than anything that I could see
but Teddy sets himself apart, straw head, straw legs and arms, straw heart,
the dune and Ted and the pyramid led me here, the tree was in the desert all along and the camels sit, still in **** and will do 'til the Sun goes down.