Sun- Burnt

The furnace of forbidden memories    
becomes oppressed fragments of    
human suffocation.    
   
We choose to exist between    
sand storms of heightened    
hysteria and bouts of    
mass organised consumerism,    
while instantaneously burying    
ourselves,
inside sand castle    
concentration camps.    
   
I dug out symptomatic optical illusions    
from shadow infested land minds.  
   
I spoke to a vagarious clergy man    
in front of a audience of    
malignant spirits.    
   
We all shallowed our tongues and burnt our fabrications    
under our sun drenched melodies.