Wandering in swirls of steam

Through sheets of rain,

Soaked through 

But immune to its piercing bite

–

It’s a place I’d prefer 

To these dunes of sand

To their serpent trails

Coiling to death

–

Consumed by the havoc

Of an evening tide

Pulled to the surface 

In a merciful dream 

–

It’s a fate I’d prefer

To blistering apart

In this murdering heat,

Half sane and shattered