My lids heavy like mountains as they creep up against the sea; Laden with sand that courses down my face. Sand dunes fill my palms as I burn; Hot and eternal. A bright flame in an even brighter place but there is no place to breathe. The dry air pulls all the vitality from my aching skin and robs me of all life. As my bones turn to rock and the rocks turn to sand and the sand returns to the sea; For thus I am reduced. Joint after joint collapses till my journey is carried on by my eyes who trod on; Perishing soon after to the moon; Vanquished by the stars.