Without motion, my way eclipses driven with desperation. Nine hours, eight hours, four more before Decent to the overburdened valley. At such time the crux of burden subsiding just into solar sleep. Another eight hours, likely less. The night before, we could have been lazily methodical or without concern as we acted, though we weren't because plant toxins vividly put-out the vacant sun. Further East, Holy Lands poison wind with belief, the way people decompose innocence. Lead into this valley, innocence grows deep, quickly plunging from molten sand -- filling the space of a breath taken in collective decomposition. I'm decomposing a different way. A way fruitful by blunt, rote opposition to chance. "remember" while descending my near East valley which rolls under my eclipse -- aloud, myself to absent-me. Arrival at last flurries of lost urgency. Signs encrusted with "caution" for the speed of sand, caught by valley-crazed winds, themselves impotent (visually) -- sands rising high the way of excited blood. I, on the evaporating edge of my toxins, pass through excitement. Sand and brush motif for vision on the solar awakening. I won't know this for a day 'till sleeping twice the extent of toxins. All agreements decompose with patience. What beginning requires agreement without first naming discord? Forests are in the desert too. The valley spills this secret on swallowing my eclipse. Trees: unexpected short-sky pillars bead excitement in sandy rain rivulets. Down their trunks they are Millennial contortionists. Pre-empting discord, they light my blood. Leading, they excite petrified blasts from limb-tips toward the new naïve hours back, so that I descend the valley never naming chance.