Page Sixteen

Four days a journey,

To green's end,

No drink, nor eat.

Choice dawns still,

Time points on.

The Desert hisses on sandy surface,

Shrieking nature,

Protesting form.

A future toward,

Births a life unborn.

Persistent arrow of time,

Pointing forward,

Untethered, unhinged.

It is a journey, fate desires;

On adventurous child's demand.

Despite despise,

The path taken, be a path made,

Oozing barrel smoke.

Time pushes on bullet's end,

Penetrating stubbornness.

Golden sand cooked copper air,

twisting molten illusion's scream,

Rendering the Sun dark and cold.

Wading through thick heat,

on endless grain.

What moisture remained,

Claimed and drained,

By natures order.

A mummy,

Following fates unaged pharaoh.

Doom loomed,

Hearts final beat boomed,

Felled to flat face.

Time nudged on,

By Vitruvian corpse's trace.