I fell and then asunder.
To dreams of dreariness.
Through this world of light I blunder,
Under it's awful sun.

That singed my back with crease and crack
And slapped my pallid face.
To sluggishly descend my form
tattoo and debase.

So slowly sear with blister bare
And on a cruel light binge.
And shuffle to oasis
To seek the deserts fringe.


With foot steps so determined
As I beg to nap.
To see the stars and next a day
With pain to be my map.

Of the heat
Did Solomon speak,
"walk or be you dead"!

With object clear and prospect grave
without the time for dread.

So shrill the voice that said it clear
0f the prospect, dark decay.
And from this valley ever dry
I do now walk away.

You wander through a sandy grave
with headstones made of dunes.
And cheaply bought are runes of pain
In an arid doom.


So i walked
And so i walk.

With light above that mocks.

My face to shade of grey of this
As I melt beneath the sun.
With skin of white to black and ash
And stride became a run.


My measured fear with loss so near evaporated soon.
No face to palm at heats alarm
At this my wall of backing.

So bid farewell to scarab sneer
with haste in lands of folly.
Or ever thirst of water dear
while waiting near a well.
And be as me on the hottest day
with a cup of hazard.

To flip a coin and part a wave
In oceans made of glass.
And dream again
with what was done
now firmly in the past.