Sand

Green riptide calmly flow

Sine wave breezes

and the hairs and clumps hung

from wooden lightning shimmer

Frequencies so short like lasers

beam in to the air waves and see

how deep is this blue?

Pleasantly empty you trudge

For the days are one and the new

next now not near approaches and

with his face distant he inches

through a portal of the desert he walk

Finally with mind vacuous yet oozing

a melted sand through your hands

Orange and yellow blinds you so

eyes shut to see everything more