Cold shivers down my base and spines in a cold olive lachrymose

Pricking needles from the deep azure sky a needle a burr in comatose

Weaving a sweet dirge in a loom of nightly bliss and sanded filamentose

Like the hair of an angel herself the desert blesses the dying with a curled primrose

Not a oasis in sight just endless sand with lattices of cactuses split to expose

Such a sight to see the clear drops of life drip out rhythmically to dispose

Of life that so brief a sand brushed land where most of death goes unseen to close

Like a tick that dies so quickly after being swatted off life in its endless embargo’s

My needles slowly will pin off too to just reveal the grace in ouroboros

Eating away at myself until I’m a dried up husk as the wind gives bitter vertigo’s

The sand looking like caramel ash to dry up any dreams and give away furloughs

All cycles to be hidden away under the sand mania love all the same in natures lows

To just give into the brief moments you have now before you slip away in hallows

To become just another ghost in the desert another grey soul to be hopelessly morose