Saxophone is practiced by the unskilled.

Debris institutionalized
into a camel's callous
ground in and waiting
for an age-long purge.
Leaning forward.
Reaching up.
Grasping.
...at a clear mind.
Hoping.
...for a clear soul.
Accepting.
...it as not enough.
Furrowing.
A mind and a brow.
Sinking.
Into a darkness I can not escape.
Landing.
On a sand bed of hope.
Somewhere under the waters.

Still no surface or light.
But in a cave without intimidation
from the creatures of the deep.