Go into the sand, cell-phone in hand, but with no bottled water       Big Sun-I praise you, the only one that can kill me with passivity   Lavaging, as you pour down invisible death tentacles of no mercy   Blood rushes to my head   my knee hits the hot earth   The heat-it burns!!!   My pores, Blood boils- Skin peels as you....   DIE!!!!!!!!!       This adventure I regret as death tears into me from above   My body-now a well I've abandoned for modernity   This cell-phone can't save from the swelling dunes that wait to cover my charred corpse   My flesh cooks-insipid, and is ripped apart by vultures   From severed eyes I take a final look into the sky   Radiance blinding as it gives-and now takes.       YEAH!!!!!!!   will they miss me Monday morning.