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 [?]