boding in the sand

i can see mirages

the snow up ahead 

my feet burn red

a stick holding up 

a fly weight boxer

its me & you oh  harsh

n mighty sahara bandish 

me because I am lost

my mouth is beer dry

no compass star or oracle 

will save me @ the pass

just let self drop silently

to the desert floor 

pitching back and forth

oceans of arms & fish tails

pulling you through to 

the otherside of now

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