The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain
Glamorized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most
frustrating
vain
The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the
air
Suddenly cold in its hurried
nakedness, so many faces but none of them this
f*****g fair
This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of
movement
...Still I weep
Out of sight, dreaming her presence, I listen to the wind
Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside,
forced to tears by the sight
The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness
Yesterday beguiled by the slop of my exhausted
tide
...Is this something unique
Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide
I succumb to the sound of her
heart...