selfie #3: conditional

if the desert        yields its twisted yellow petals of creosote and spreads its table wide and if         we open to the flat blue sky and cry out yes and if the ghost lights         wink at us in the black night and if yes         and if the hot dry earth beneath our feet does not burn the skin and if we burn         and if we cry out         and if we let the telephones go unanswered and if yes and if the broad-shouldered arms         of the unknown city enfold us and if I say please don’t stop        and you say         all this ruin         and if yes         and if then         who would I be then and if then         and if when