The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain Glamourized, 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 fucking 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 beguilled 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...