wishing to be the slipping sand

The desire that lurks within me in its manifold hues creates a mosaic. Varied visions of scattered visuals perforate my existence and i scream for outlet in vain, helpless like a eunuch struggling against time's irrestible jaw widened to swallow my entirety. To release myself from its firm grip I gasp, pine, shriek and sob quite oblivious of their futility. Sometimes numbness is the best defense to escape annihilating agony. Lying stretched beneath the yellowing ether i count my days and nights petrified by the golden touch.