tepid inferno

[prana]

fear is a dry shade
draining distantly
the days' dull desert heat
its spirit is death
sullen tales of an ancient bed
the barren laid wastes of misfortune
I see now the sea is your bane
the golden tracks of the lobster
imprison the stage you once knew
its hills roll on endlessly
like an ancestor of destiny
the very fires that burn
are poison

[rambleON]

when i read it i was in a desert, under a dried up tree. i was looking across the landscape seeing nothing but heat ripples in time. my thirst was unbearable. the heat blinding and the end near.

the lobster made a good meal though.