into the non-blinding and un-binding warmth of the desert Sun
until the thirsty i
can implode into a sea of light,
ejecting its natural vision as a soular flare
upon an all too often squinting world of monkeys
emotionally howling into the coolness of their moon glasses
A friend pointed out that it was quite odd that we were planning to get lost and go in circles while walking through Idaho. I assured him that we would straighten ourselves out by then.