Desert MadnessA Poem by Vishuddha
The desert eats up everything
including shadows and rainbows eats the bones the thoughts the dreams eats desires and memories eats everything except intensity this it increases with the heated passion of the hysterical laughter of sun strokes Dried flowers, dried flesh dried blood in the sand dust in the shriveled sky cactus mummy corpse of thorns longing, stiffness isolation, struggle crouching, close to the ground searching for a crevice a crooked rock an intangible shadow Perhaps the earth will swallow them up save them from the rapacious mandibles of an insane sun It sometimes comes into my mind that the desert is not a place at all the hand print of a demon a nightmare’s emotion overcoming clouds light slashed against a parched canvas ground glass bowing under a withered wind an abandoned delirium growing inside itself inside of myself with no regard for anything else spilling over its devouring appetite following me everywhere carrying everything into it like a helter-skelter dust devil dancing under a meteoric sand storm inside a mirage spun out of nothing in my mind The desert is something to struggle against composed of extremes crackling stones and cackling lizards rocks, barking like a mad coyote rumbling tunes of tumbling sand dunes changing the textures of my being outrageous sunlight stinging my skin and hideous frozen stars dictating the colors of my thoughts and rearranging my emotions The desert distorts me rolls me over rolls over me with heat waves and grit gets into my stomach gets in my eyes in between my thighs It needs to be viewed like a sculpture from all of its sides at once from all of its angles all of its tangles from underneath from over and above upside down inside and out from anywhere and everywhere if you can get there You will find this is exhausting requiring almost all of your time There is no expectation here that anything will be fair Everything is just as it is Without exception When it comes to the soul the desert brings no peace the images it casts before you often are not real but the objects it throws in your way always are Someday I plan to go live in the desert because it is extremes which keep the soul alive Then today and tomorrow will be the same with no divisions Yesterday will have ceased to exist and no one will be paying attention I will forget the differences I have with the world the differences between reality and my beliefs between the run away tumbleweed and the hysterical road runner between the glint of gold and the stinger of the thousand year old scorpion between the eyes of the vulture and my heart Everything I experience then will be something that no one has known before I will become the same as the elements illusions and phantoms a dry, dust devil, dancing I will become who I really am sand beneath my fingernails without words to explain myself and, no one will object because insanity is, after all, just a disagreement over reality and madness in the desert is a normal state of mind [April 2015] © 2015 VishuddhaReviews
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7 Reviews Added on April 25, 2015 Last Updated on May 25, 2015 AuthorVishuddhaA Looking Glass Land, FLAboutI am a romantic, born into an unromantic era. I am a restless wanderer, always seeking, in love with nature, in love with life. I am a native Floridian, with one foot in the Everglades and one foot on.. more..Writing
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