The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain  Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating  vain  The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air  Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this  fucking fair    This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement  ...Still I weep  Out of sight, dreaming her presence, I listen to the wind  Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight  The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness  Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide    ...Is this something unique    Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide  I succumb to the sound of her heart...