There’s
beauty beyond these sands,

A
guarding bar that never stirs, cold

In
its rebuke to my attempts of passage.

Despite
efforts, and my ceaseless prayers,

The
world beyond is yet still withheld to me.

I
know a love beyond these ceaseless dunes,

Where
the sun makes rise each day

Among
a wide sea of stalks that do sway,

Soft
in murmur, the songs of a thousand stars.

And
there among those rites unspoken

Of
the earthen cradle, perhaps it’s a dream;

But
a shivering glimpse among the fumes.

Tho’
maybe there I can peel time back, folding

In
turn with each piece of my supple flesh,

Until
the whole world is reborn in kind, and I,

Unblemished
from my being’s essential scars,

Can
tread that earth anew, and embrace its days.