This bed is the Kalahari Desert
sweeping red sand peaks pulsate like
tides pulled by the moons beneath
my dizzy irises

Sequestered in the corner of my
taxidermic temple
buried under consciousness
on the planetary avenues where I sleep

Solemn more than usual
alone in my Sub-Saharan hypnosis
mirage of cosmic twins while
hot wax rain burns like sunspots

I wait for an answer or the urge to wake