The Desolate One

By a pool
Of amber water
A sticky smell
Of carrion kind
Integrates with nature slowly

Green fields I offer you
Snowy mountains in present air
The sunflower tongue
On a wave comes the Saturn king
To grant the man on the beach
Surfing on his orbital rings

A frightened mental vortex we'll be
A sun we seek, a sun we flee
A scar
Upon mother earth
A nebular each

The desolate one
The desolate one
Desolate one
Desolate one
The desolate one
Desolate one
Desolate one
Desolate one