Internal Melt

So caustic I lie within my skin
Each bead leads to unease in heat
Nothing relieves the strain of these days
As desert summers drain me complete

In wills and ways I would spend some days
Meditant and still in how I rest
Yet no sleep to keep, to grasp or clasp
I guess this way is worse but the best

Madness and toil melt in roil
Tilling my mind to implant a seed
Drinking and slinking such as one can
For there is nothing here I would need

To thrive here is a gift ungiven
But I survive as I am bidden


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