Gazing from the inside,
staring at the bright side,
wondering how you got a bride,
on the inside.

Eyeing the desert,
that desert space,
nothing to see, just eternal space,
on the inside,
of a deluded rat race.

I didn't see your face,
floating,
water,
blackness,
dust,
coalesced musk,
atmosphere,
all of it coagulating right here,
between those ears.