Life is justified by the insane,
Mad people reaching out into
barren landscapes to
satisfy a thousand year's thirst.
"Delight yourself with an oasis, unabolished
by our presence."
Dried and dusty corpses surrender
the parched air, the heat.
Were there a wind,
such senses may arise- a real world.
Where you will reach out
for the sane
the irrational
the unknown.