Shifting Sand Plateau

In this here vast expansive desert plateau At the end of the day when the shimmering heat from the sun dilapdates And the only thing that is left is basking silhouettes lit up by a celestial lunula afterglow of tripping neon A mind has the ability then to create a whirlwind tornado whip and release the sand from the dune's to which it's bound To dance a dance according to your own tune playing out within your head Similarly like looking up at the sky and seeing faces in the clouds that may or may not be there Will if the sun dare come up will make you turn the gun on you With your own finger still placed firmly on the trigger Patiently wanting wondering to know if you have had all the life squeezed out of you And if you haven't eagerly awaiting for the final pop and gun to go off A visual silhouette of lightning crystal sand Returning dust back unto dune dust from whence it came Until only night and day remain