In the desert, I saw the grainy, hot sand
In the hot noon of the desert
I felt the fiery reflection of the sun
From a million tiny mirriors of the land
My skin began to burn
I knew this day would come
Far to parched from suffocating heat
Like freshly branded livestock
Like slow turning flank over white-hot coals
In time it crusted over
To be peeled away again by the seering sand
Sandpaper ripping away flesh
For new layers beneath
Fresh... to burn again
Seered by tiny needle-like shards of sandy glass
I was almost swept away by the intensity
What a magnificent ordeal
Now the singing, howling winds
How blissfull this hell has become
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