displacement

the mornings cease to be sharp. the sun does not catch upon skin. in these cool, green hours, you could be forgiven that life here is gentle. that this is an easy place.

yet, sure as the slow buzzing of the alarm must lure me back into living, there is a threshold which must be observed.

if you go walking in this place, if yr own body does not fail you, the mechanics of the desert will displace your remains.