The Desert.

The moon is her muse and the sun is her soul. grains of sand, sparkles of moonlight, and that rainbow...it goes all the way around... Shadows of moonlight reflected on canyon walls...ever changing pictographs...spirits changing form and substance...rising like plumes of smoke from the fire... burn to ashes...returning dust to dust...She lends herself to vions transcending time, space, and reason... soaring like a hawk above the pyramids of pharoahs... Shitting on the heads of those who dare to place their thrones above the earth... Mocking the tyrants who claim to possess the knowledge of good and evil... She herself is a reflection of Devinity... a testimony that there is no God higher than the Sun...To the Sun have we come and to the Sun we shall return...