I feel the sand five thousand feet below
Cry out in agony, as if on fire.
Perhaps the city's burning with desire.
More likely not, much safer you should go.
Is this another sandstorm rolling down?
The desert's howling in in brutal waves,
Abrasive gusts concealing the old graves,
Fresh dunes in subtle hints of muscled brown.
The wilderness will take you silently.
Absorbent as the ocean's blackest depth,
Breathtaking as the stars within your eyes
It cherishes and smothers randomly,
No pause for balance, worry, hope or breath.
Succumb. It's futile keeping your disguise.