A son’s question

Your harsh light has my head
beaten down to the toes
my ears red to the heat.
Father, there is too much to see
to have these curious eyes
only to the grains touched to these feet
Mother! 
Let out your filigrees 
cover me in your dappled shadows
so I may taste more
than the burning sands but
the soft shifting of its shape








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