He trudges along, with his painful hard on, and no relief in sight. He thinks of his loved ones left behind, and looks at an approaching tree. Is this real ? ,he asks himself, am I going toward the tree or has that tree began movement with metamorphized roots for legs?
No no not possible. Or is it a case of seeing mirages in this vast desert of heat and eternal lust?
Or may be I am not coming to terms with reality here, thus my burning eyes.
Thus musing on, Jesus’Prophetic words come to him, bearing the advice of going in get the eyes, if the perceive something so painful.
No, he thinks, no no no no. Carry on you bastard Christian soldier, and rather than any more thoughts
of eye gouging, he masturbates quickly to the vision of that lusty dish left behind. Rather go blind from this drench wasted ,then that.
“Ughhhhh”, he shivers at the thought.
As the sun sets over the sandy waves of the horizon, he thinks back to the green pastures, the smoky curls drifting out of his domicile, nestled in the bluish haze of a glimmering winter wonderland.