Heat Horizon

there is heat
and desert clear clarity
somewhere
where blues and reds and greens grow out of the earth
sprout
from horizons that stretch out
and reach that forever away place
I endlessly chase
i spy
it's no coincidence i can see
that spot
that would be pale blue dot
from where I lie
foreign streets
where in my mind we meet
in the heat
desert clear clarity
that seeping creeping doubt fear tide
that drags me down,
wrung out
I can beat it in the heat
the childhood comfort of
crisp dry crackling skin
solar powered
i charge
at that horizon
which today is grey
and calls a strangers name.