Benevolent Oasis

Sparks rain from fission skies With annoying iridescence. As far as my eyes can see Not one place to hide. The ground softly hums With dull dying light. A scorched surface and Not one place to die. I run for life, for comfort, I duck under burning trees. Eroding umbrellas Surround me and escape. Panicking, tripping onto Hot ash and embered floor. Swimming through glowing Smoke to find a friendly shore. Tired and raw, I take A final forfeited fall. Down into cool waters Skin split and balmed. Turning over to tortured sky I glimpse glimmering chaos. Calmly slipping into murky abyss Choking water, sucking bliss.