I am on this sea of sand

Where the universe expands

and on this spaceship yacht

hours are not besought

Tangled in my golden strands

wildflowers from the meadowlands

and protruding from my chest

is a branch with an old crow’s nest

Sitting on the creaky aerie

is a small yet prodigious cemetery

and my body turns into desert

mesmerizing and evanescent

On this sea of sand

known as the teenage wasteland