GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin 69. Untitled (It's not water you want) It's not water you want. And the sand and the sky fused in the dance of the molecules. A scratching a jarring of surface. One hand lifted and knee moving forward to crawl the inch. It's not water you want. Stop the choking and gasping. And cloth-torn-gritty. The sand drifts but does not move. Everywhere in everything. Moving there without moving. And the sun is a lamp. The heat a trick of the senses. The heat is white and shimmery. There are waves that reflect off the sand and bounce into eyes. A trick of the senses. Under the sand there is more and more....and more. Another sun-a trick of the senses. It's not water you want. The flowing looses and sliding down the corners of the mouth cool and yet hot-and wet. What is wet? The sand is not wet. Dry is as dry and as hot and as dry and as dry. It's not water you want. A trick of the senses. And so is death.