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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