By the broken tree, split into
Two v-shaped stakes.

She was waving her hands about,
Pointing at me, light burning
Inside her eyes.

She was talking with a voice
That disrupted the sky.
"Walk on over into the bit of
Shade and you'll be saved."

The broken tree was gone.
At its place I got up for a ride
Through a daydream in the desert.
With a skull made of violence.