Mesophilia; stretching ones arms out

Vagabonds facing a recursive day

Gathered round fires plotting through the night

We flee the dictions of time and space

Into an ever expanding plane

A desert, a burning flame

Hodgepodge of wood and gas and lying

Chalking up chances at apparition

Balking at trinities and dualist signs

I am:ma I

Singular swinging flux

Singular lulling mum

Hurry boys I thought I swore we cached our caught and sullen glimpses hopping on the wisp of a mirage

The faint

Beat of mystic fodder

Rising from the sand

Gypsy band of brothers

Incoherent mess

Wind harsh night toes freezing

Can't sleep shed my tomb

Of this ancient body

Beneath barren moon

Into a ground and solid state

Buried beneath the weight

Of dunes and burning yellow shine

At last I'll free this massive thing

And soft step into being

The tiny spaces in between

Dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot

Singular swinging flux

Singular lulling mum

Now I'm

Between cup and water

Between cheek and tear

Every grain I fondle

Beneath the veneer

Of all our misconceptions

And civilized careers

A desert whispered something

We chose not to hear