Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse,

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day.

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray,

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse.

Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse,

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way.

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache,

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse.

The collectors shall find,

Lost on a course in time,

Many stranded or behind,

Many with no unjust crime!

Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon,

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon.