Desert dunes glide like waves in blistering winds.
Around its heart, a strong hand is wrapped
As it aids it to beat by squeezing and releasing.
Accompanying its drums, the dust dances on the hymns
And want to sing the same notes-
I mustn't let them.
These notes are a mirage of something grotesque,
A shadow who's presence I've used to verify that I exist.
Terrifying, yet familiar, awful, but it's always been close.
"You ignore!"
"So do you."
"You judge!"
"Haven't you?"
Only a cactus can flourish in these circumstances.
So if you decide to reach,
Don't blame its spikes for the drawn out blood.