And The Desert Rose Poem by Jacob Underwood

Cold shivers down my base and spines in a cold olive lachrymose
Pricking needles from the deep azure sky a needle a burr in comatose
Weaving a sweet dirge in a loom of nightly bliss and sanded filamentose
Like the hair of an angel herself the desert blesses the dying with a curled primrose
Not a oasis in sight just endless sand with lattices of cactuses split to expose
Such a sight to see the clear drops of life drip out rhythmically to dispose
Of life that so brief a sand brushed land where most of death goes unseen to close

Like a tick that dies so quickly after being swatted off life in its endless embargo's
My needles slowly will pin off too to just reveal the grace in ouroboros
Eating away at myself until I'm a dried up husk as the wind gives bitter vertigo's
The sand looking like caramel ash to dry up any dreams and give away furloughs
All cycles to be hidden away under the sand mania love all the same in natures lows
To just give into the brief moments you have now before you slip away in hallows
To become just another ghost in the desert another grey soul to be hopelessly morose