Oh what infinity Saharran landscape
Within the fragile mind.
Art thou so blind?
Watching willfully, pressing in anxiety
To the place called Africa.
The environment dead shifts
With putrid odors best left alone
One can find heart to care for death.
Tis that a breath?
In the frigid air, lifts fog
From perhaps a living breath strong
Or maybe weak;
Either way alive.
However, the mind tends to play trickster.
In the distance enter the cackle,
The hyena-nature's despised child.
And so he laughs.
Is that his last,
The last cackle of the Hyena?
The minds hidden evil,
The hated bastard child?