Desert is lots of sand in the hair-roots
And upon a funnily high camel’s back
With your belly fire going up and down
As belly jiggles, up and down shrill notes
Against a night holding down woman.
Let the sun plummet to its sand bottom.
Hold on tight, will you, the ship is down
To its bottom essentials ,near the sun.
The sun is turning in a fiery barbecue.
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