Aral Sea

I was... Wandering lightfoot smooth through the Aral Sea Sun blathering quite mere Feeling water gently simmering Into the basin there Tirelessly easing into my Time-itivity Dreaming of a being cursed to be Burning in the deep... (What does that mean?) Where is the water chocolate and spice? When did desires become socialized? How did we dress them to be sanctified? "Whatever you want babe, whatever looks nice..." Garden of the urges slowly coming to a flame Dancing in the clouds we breathe the ruins that remain Spit in the camel goes rumpa-tum-tum Stomping a hole in the sky Opening the portal for wisdom and falling To dust [?]