Weighing down, guilt is measured in time—
eating away at your soul the way a scarab penetrates and consumes skin.
Spreading like an infection, you feel heat and grime—
endlessly feasting, the sun has arisen.
Seems even the sky is burning to the flames of the sun. Its rays find unseeable kindles in nothing but air as it melts you from the inside out.
Falling and crawling, wasting into a corpsified mess of rot—
the hourglass strips granules of slipping time; granulated scuffs.
Of all the men of Hassan, nature beckons travelers to the land they sought—
only once they've traveled through Hell; flesh and bones by fiery sand, sloughed.
Wasted and taken are the men in the desert in el qayla; scorched and molted to nothing but detritus. Burnt to a blackened crisp of lifeless, smoldering mass like a half-incinerated carcass.
The sand scuffs to the end as it hits the bottom of its hourglass… reset to return the guilt.
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Jun 3, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC
Weighing down, guilt is measured in time—
eating away at your soul the way a scarab penetrates and consumes skin.
Spreading like an infection, you feel heat and grime—
endlessly feasting, the sun has arisen.
Seems even the sky is burning to the flames of the sun. Its rays find unseeable kindles in nothing but air as it melts you from the inside out.
Falling and crawling, wasting into a corpsified mess of rot—
the hourglass strips granules of slipping time; granulated scuffs.
Of all the men of Hassan, nature beckons travelers to the land they sought—
only once they've traveled through Hell; flesh and bones by fiery sand, sloughed.
Wasted and taken are the men in the desert in el qayla; scorched and molted to nothing but detritus. Burnt to a blackened crisp of lifeless, smoldering mass like a half-incinerated carcass.
The sand scuffs to the end as it hits the bottom of its hourglass… reset to return the guilt.
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