Miles of nothing, beige on beige on beige The sun is screaming, blistering my skin, draining me slowly as breath is heated and tastes bitter Shoulders slung low I can’t stand straight, bent over struggling, nothing is anywhere and nowhere is here
Leaving footprints for the wind dancers, black feather fathers, winged circlers High above, watching sifting time in weakened increments, hourglass patterns of falling granules sinking deeper
Water is a dream and this dream, a nightmare for it is there, just ahead, I can see it glistening but it does not exist nothing exists, as the oasis in my mind dries up, leaving empty indentations on horizontal planes, flat lands of arid emotions drifting in and out reaching for… reaching