scarlet lines
trace the widened view
with an arcane sun

petroleum lens flare
and the angry color of heat
from which, you can try to escape

but still your sweat quenches the air,
leaving you with thick
sleepy eyelids

and beyond that -
a headache, feverish in perception of - what?

and covered in dust, you stumble on the hardpan
and fall into the motionless
orange landscape

07/15/2005

Author's Note: Wrote this last night and I like it pretty well. I thought the 2nd person narrative was rather over-the-top sounding, but I couldn't find a good way to change it.

Posted on 07/16/2005
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