Dunes so tall their dust permeates the air
Heat so dry my skin has begun to scar and scab
Having sucked on the crust of sand in these storms
It is a paradise just to have imagined the illusion
Of an oasis beyond my focal point.
That sensation remains, of relief and gratitude
To have hoped in something that could have been
Despite its falsity.
And in the ferocity so plentiful of my staggering gait
Limping towards a finish line belonging entirely to something else
It was at the threshold of this monstrous dune
That I saw the simmering heat threatening to defeat me
Should I continue to chase the lost cause of that mocking mirage.