The fates throw thunderbolts
  as we duck

and

weave

in a

matrix maze of cactus walls

 bouncing off needles

like a pinball

 accepting cruel comfort

 fleeting moments
pining for buried treasures

 hourly metamorphosis of mind

daily crucifixion

Questions turn into protestant statements

 Blasphemy staining our

hearts as the enemy runs amok

causing guilt wounds to fester

with the stench of deceit

Searching the Heavens for the sign

Whispering dreams of wish

Worshipping the false idols of a

cruel and unjust God.