Mounting the shade Slowing the light Scattered to sand lifting with cold-wind gray-and bright eastward earning eyes, settle slide on-sight sun-rise soaring the sky, blue and danger searing gleaming, ending in grit and promise playing dead in dunes, flowers creeping out of dry mouths bursting like balloons the heat disappearing under breaking bones into dust, feet lifting up with sand Scattered to the dew, slowing the shade, mounting and tempting the land eastward and searing slight, sight settle, horizon writhes in the heat, greeting death and mettle in their ocean of light return to caves built of wood and trust, sweat seeping spreading the rust to chest, catching grasping rest and retreat after endless blight the taste of iron and gold, gritty and plain, lasting through the night
