i am a desert, parched and shimmering,
reflective, disruptive, eroding.
i am a long journey from east to west, a path
of fire through an aching sky:
charted over wind-tossed hills,
topography of choice and chance.
i am larger than your imagination, deeper
than your prediction, wilder than
your fantasy: there will never be an end, of me.
i creep up your skin, grit and crust,
swarm between your flesh and your clothing
till you crawl with me, grind with me,
bleed for me.
i am a desert, fierce and gloating,
and i do not need a reason for this rage.