Scales dripping with grains of forgetfulness.
Taste of the desert on your tongue.
Fires of a midnight sun in your eye.
Standing firm on a shifting pile of time.
Watched by the bones of the earth.
Hugged by the chill of the wind.
Blink against the spines of the vanishing star.
Kiss the moon past the water of the sand.
Memory of dew in the heart of thirst.
Slide into the maw of history.